A Sight To Dream Of, Not To

And In Life's Noisiest Hour, There Whispers Still The Ceaseless Love Of Thee, The Heart's Self-solace And Soliloquy. You Mould My Hopes, You Fashion Me Within.

Love Is Flower Like; Friendship Is Like A Sheltering Tree.

Falsehood Is Fire In Stubble; It Likewise Turns All The Light Stuff Around It Into Its Own Substance For A Moment, One Crackling Blazing Moment, And Then Dies; And All Its Converts Are Scattered In The Wind, Without Place Or Evidence Of Their Existence, As Viewless As The Wind Which Scatters Them.

The Myriad-minded Man, Our, And All Men's, Shakespeare, Has In This Piece Presented Us With A Legitimate Farce In Exactest Consonance With The Philosophical Principles And Character Of Farce, As Distinguished From Comedy And From Entertainments. A Proper Farce Is Mainly Distinguished From Comedy By The Licence Allowed, And Even Required, In The Fable, In Order To Produce Strange And Laughable Situations. The Story Need Not Be Probable, It Is Enough That It Is Possible.

Therefore All Seasons Shall Be Sweet To Thee, Whether The Summer Clothe The General Earth With Greenness, Or The Redbreast Sit And Sing Betwixt The Tufts Of Snow On The Bare Branch Of Mossy Apple Tree.