BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms, / Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, / Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, / Like fairy-gifts fading away,— / Thou wouldst stil be ador'd as this moment thou art, / Let thy loveliness fade as it will; / And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart / Would entwine itself verdantly still!

it was a comfortable evening for the Gunners' back four.

“Maybe this will cheer you up.” Paige whipped the cutest cellophane-wrapped cake pop out of her tote, decorated like a mini pumpkin all the way down to the stem.

She disappeared into the gathering mirk.