I Cannot Help Esteem The 'bird Within

A Little Madness In The Spring Is Wholesome Even For The King.

Sweet Skepticism Of The Heart That Knows And Does Not Know And Tosses Like A Fleet Of Balm Affronted By The Snow.

A Toad, Can Die Of Light - Death Is The Common Right Of Toads And Men

Will You Tell Me My Fault, Frankly As To Yourself, For I Had Rather Wince, Than Die. Men Do Not Call The Surgeon To Commend The Bone, But To Set It, Sir.

It Is Easy To Work When The Soul Is At Play.