Such Ever Was Love's Way: To Rise,

In The Morning Of The World, When Earth Was Nigher Heaven Than Now.

When The Liquor's Out, Why Clink The Cannikin?

When I Love Most, Love Is Disguised. In Hate; And When Hate Is Surprised, In Love, Then I Hate Most.

When A Man's Busy, Why Leisure Strikes Him As Wonderful Pleasure: 'faith, And At Leisure Once Is He? Straightway He Wants To Be Busy.

It Is The Glory And Good Of Art, That Art Remains The One Way Possible Of Speaking Truth, To Mouths Like Mine At Least.