"What's a merciful man merciful to?" said my friend Annabel Lee.
"His beast," said I.
"What's better to do than to break?" said my friend Annabel Lee.
"Bend," said I.
"What's an ounce of prevention worth?" said my friend Annabel Lee.
"A pound of cure," said I.
"What's there nothing half so sweet in life as?" said my friend Annabel Lee.
"Love's young dream," said I.
"What does absence make?" said my friend Annabel Lee.
"The heart grow fonder," said I.
"How would a rose by any other name smell?" said my friend Annabel Lee.
"As sweet," said I.
"How did the Assyrian come down?" said my friend Annabel Lee.
"Like a wolf on the fold," said I.
