Autumn Wins You Best By This Its

All June I Bound The Rose In Sheaves, Now, Rose By Rose, I Strip The Leaves.

God Be Thanked, The Meanest Of His Creatures Boasts Two Soul-sides, One To Face The World With, One To Show A Woman When He Loves Her.

I Do What Many Dream Of, All Their Lives

I Count Life Just A Stuff To Try The Soul's Strength On.

Every One Soon Or Late Comes Round By Rome.