Tell me not of joy: theres none Now my little sparrows gone He, just as you, Would toy and woo, He would chirp and flatter me, He would hang the wing awhile, Till at length he saw me smile, Lord! how sullen he would be! – William Cartwright
The rain may be falling hard outside, But your smile makes it all alright. Im so gland that youre my friend. I know our friendship will never end. – Robert Alan
For a change, lady luck seemed to be smiling on me. Then again, maybe the fickle wench was just lulling me into a false sense of security while she reached for a rock. – Timothy Zahn
