What Is The Moral? Who Rides May

Tis Beauty, So To Speak, Nor Good Talk Necessarily. It's Just It. Some Women Will Stay In A Man's Memory If They Once Walked Down A Street.

As I Pass Through My Incarnations In Every Age And Race, I Make My Proper Prostrations To The Gods Of The Market-place. Peering Through Reverent Fingers I Watch Them Flourish And Fall, And The Gods Of The Copybook Headings, I Notice, Outlast Them All.

Sing, For Faith And Hope Are High- None So True As You And I- Sing The Lovers' Litany: "love Like Ours Can Never Die!"

Adam Was A Gardener, And God, Who Made Him, Sees That Half Of All Good Gardening Is Done Upon The Knees.

Those Who Only Know England Know Not England.