Did God who gave us flowers and trees, Also provide the allergies?
How are things in Glocca Mora this fine day?
All the heroes of tomorrow are the heretics of today.
Oh, innocent victims of Cupid, remember this terse little verse: To let a fool kiss you is stupid. To let a kiss fool you is worse.
Say, it's only a paper moon, / Sailing over a cardboard sea.
April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom, holiday tables under the trees.