Spring Is The Period Express From God.

Love Is Anterior To Life, Posterior To Death, Initial Of Creation, And The Exponent Of Breath.

Lest I Should Be Old-fashioned, I'll Put A Trinket On.

My Friends Are My Estate. Forgive Me Then The Avarice To Hoard Them. They Tell Me Those Who Were Poor Early Have Different Views Of Gold. I Don't Know How That Is. God Is Not So Wary As We, Else He Would Give Us No Friends, Lest We Forget Him.

This Is My Letter To The World That Never Wrote To Me

No Ladder Needs The Bird But Skies To Situate Its Wings, Nor Any Leaders Grim Baton Arraigns It As It Sings.