People who throw kisses are mighty, hopelessly lazy.

Kisses honeyed by oblivion.

Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part.

If a body meet a body going to the Fair, If a body kiss a body need a body care?

Comin' through the rye, poor body, Comin' through the rye, She draigl't a' her petticoatie, Comin' through the rye . . . . Gin a body meet a body Comin' through the rye, Gin a body kiss a body Need a body cry?

Something made of nothing, tasting very sweet, A most delicious compound, with ingredients complete; But if as on occasion the heart and mind are sour, It has no great significance, it loses half its power.