Nothing Is Finer For The Purposes Of

Dance And Provencal Song And Sunburnt Mirth! On For A Beaker Full Of The Warm South, Full Of The True, The Blushful Hippocrene! With Beaded Bubbles Winking At The Brim, And Purple-stained Mouth.

That Which Is Creative Must Create Itself.

Of Love, That Fairest Joys Give Most Unrest.

Four Seasons Fill The Measure Of The Year; There Are Four Seasons In The Minds Of Men.

Beauty Is Truth, Truth Beauty,-that Is All Ye Know On Earth, And All Ye Need To Know.