The Rules Of Prudence, Like The Laws

Force Yourself To Reflect On What You Read, Paragraph By Paragraph.

Indignation At Literary Wrongs I Leave To Men Born Under Happier Stars. I Cannot Afford It.

A Spring Of Love Gush'd From My Heart, And I Bless'd Them Unaware.

And In Life's Noisiest Hour, There Whispers Still The Ceaseless Love Of Thee, The Heart's Self-solace And Soliloquy. You Mould My Hopes, You Fashion Me Within.

'tis A Month Before The Month Of May, And The Spring Comes Slowly Up This Way.