Autumn's The Mellow Time.

Solitude Is Very Sad, Too Much Company Twice As Bad.

Bare Twigs In April Enhance Our Pleasure; We Know The Good Time Is Yet To Come.... Bare Twigs In Autumn Are Signs For Sadness; We Feel The Good Time Is Well-nigh Past.

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

She Danced A Jig, She Sung A Song That Took My Heart Away.

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.