Oh, Bring Again My Heart's Content, Thou

One Who Can See Without Seeming To See-- That's An Observer As Good As Three.

Oh, Bring Again My Heart's Content, Thou Spirit Of The Summer-time!

Sin We Have Explain'd Away; Unluckily, The Sinners Stay.

A Man Who Keeps A Diary Pays, Due Toll To Many Tedious Days; But Life Becomes Eventful—then, His Busy Hand Forgets The Pen. Most Books, Indeed, Are Records Less Of Fulness Than Of Emptiness.

Politeness Costs Nothing. Nothing, That Is, To Him That Shows It; But If Often Costs The World Very Dear.