Let The Long Contention Cease! / Geese

A Wanderer Is Man From His Birth. He Was Born In A Ship On The Breast Of The River Of Time.

Still Bent To Make Some Port He Knows Not Where, Still Standing For Some False Impossible Shore.

Cruel, But Composed And Bland, Dumb, Inscrutable And Grand, So Tiberius Might Have Sat, Had Tiberius Been A Cat.

Poetry Is Simply The Most Beautiful, Impressive, And Widely Effective Mode Of Saying Things.

Change Doth Unknit The Tranquil Strength Of Men.