Of The Smells, Bread; Of The Tastes,

Science Stands, A Too Competant Servant, Behind Her Wrangling Underbred Masters, Holding Out Resources, Devices, And Remedies They Are Too Stupid To Use. ... And On Its Material Side, A Modern Utopia Must Needs Present These Gifts As Taken.

He Hath Great Neede Of A Foole, That Plaies The Foole Himselfe.

Sweet Day, So Cool, So Calm, So Bright, / The Bridal Of The Earth And Sky.

A White Wall Is The Paper Of A Foole.

The Worst Of Law Is, That One Suit Breedes Twenty. [the Worst Of Law Is That One Suit Breeds Twenty.]