Drown Thyself? Drown Cats And Blind Puppies.

He Capers, He Dances, He Has Eyes Of Youth, He Writes Verses, He Speaks Holiday, He Smells April And May.

We Fail! But Screw Your Courage To The Sticking-place, And We'll Not Fail.

Most Friendship Is Feigning, Most Loving Mere Folly.

The Let-alone Lies Not In Your Good Will.

Those, That With Haste Will Make A Mighty Fire, Begin It With Weak Straws.