In vain I speak of urgent tasks; In vain I scowl and pout; A frown is no extinguisher — It does not put him out! - John Godfrey Saxe

When Nature gives a gorgeous rose, Or yields the simplest fern, She writes this motto on the leaves, — "To whom it may concern!" And so it is the poet comes And revels in her bowers, And, — though another hold the land, Is owner of the flowers.

I asked of Echo 't other day
(Whose words are few and often funny),
What to a novice she could say Of courtship, love, and matrimony. Quoth Echo, plainly, — "Matter-o'-money."

Again I hear the creaking step! — He's rapping at the door! — Too well I know the boding sound
That ushers in a bore.