Again The Cousin's Whistle! Go, My Love.

It Was Roses, Roses, All The Way, With Myrtle Mixed In My Path Like Mad.

What So Wild As Words Are?

If You Get Simple Beauty And Naught Else, You Get About The Best Thing God Invents.

As If True Pride Were Not Also Humble!

White Shall Not Neutralize The Black, Nor Good Compensate Bad In Man, Absolve Him So; Life's Business Being Just The Terrible Choice.