My days are gone a-wandering.

258

Brother humans who live after us, do not harden your hearts against us.

250

Blonde or brunette, this rhyme applies, happy is he who knows them not.

200

Good talkers are only found in Paris.

120

We were two and had but one heart between us.

103

But where are the snows of yesteryear?

100

I know all except myself.

88

Ah God! Had I but studied in the days of my foolish youth.

88