Wall Must Get The Weather Stain Before

If We Tried To Sink The Past Beneath Our Feet, Be Sure The Future Would Not Stand.

Wall Must Get The Weather Stain Before They Grow The Ivy.

Nosegays! Leave Them For The Waking, Throw Them Earthward Where They Grew Dim Are Such, Beside The Breaking Amaranths He Looks Unto. Folded Eyes See Brighter Colors Than The Open Ever Do.

Get Work, Get Work; Be Sure 'tis Better Than What You Work To Get.

She Lived, We'll Say, A Harmless Life, She Called A Virtuous Life, A Quiet Life, Which Was Not Life At All (but That She Had Not Lived Enough To Know)