Werther had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter; Would you know how first he met her? She was cutting bread and butter.

Christmas is here: Winds whistle shrill, Icy and chill. Little care we; Little we fear Weather without, Sheltered about The Mahogany Tree.

Charlotte, having seen his body Borne before her on a shutter, Like a well-conducted person, Went on cutting bread and butter.

The play is done; the curtain drops, Slow falling to the prompter's bell A moment yet the actor stops And looks around to say farewell. It is an irksome word a…

Be kind to each other in your homes. Be kind to those who surround you. I prefer that you make mistakes in kindness rather than that you work miracles in unkin…

One good man, Oh ain't much, honey ain't much, It's only everything...

An' I don't want much outa life, I never wanted a mansion in the south. I just-a want to find someone sincere Who'd treat me like he talks, One good man.