Black though the Berry, yet sweet it may be.
Dark is my Lassie, yet bonny to me.

The young man's heart is tender; it needs but little care
To bring him to the Churchyard when his Love is lying there.

“P ERHAPSES ” never helped to boil the Pot,
And every “Maybe” has its “Maybe Not.”

“I HEAR a Cow; and where a Cow is, there
Will be some slip of Womankind; and where
A Woman is, Temptation, too, will be;
This,” quoth the Saint, “is not the place for me!”