If All The World Is A Stage

Strike When Thou Wilt, The Hour Of Rest, But Let My Last Days Be My Best.

The World And Life's Too Big To Pass For A Dream

No! Let Me Taste The Whole Of It, Fare Like My Peers, The Heroes Of Old, Bear The Brunt, In A Minute Pay Glad Life's Arrears Of Pain, Darkness And Cold.

Most Progress Is Most Failure.

Poetry, Like Love, Is Something We Never Truly Say Goodbye To.