No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November! Votes: 7
Coquetry is the champagne of love. Votes: 6
Comfort and indolence are cronies. Votes: 5
Sweet are the little brooks that run O'er pebbles glancing in the sun, Singing in soothing tones. Votes: 3
Some sigh for this and that; My wishes don't go far; The world may wag at will, So I have my cigar. Votes: 0
The cowslip is a country wench. Votes: 0
Bells are musics laughter. Votes: 0
Boughs are daily rifled By the gusty thieves, And the book of Nature Getteth short of leaves. Votes: 0
Fuss is the froth of business. Votes: 0