Children Wish Fathers Looked But With Their

I See You Stand Like Greyhounds In The Slips, Straining Upon The Start. The Game's Afoot; Follow Your Spirit: And Upon This Charge, Cry — God For Harry! England And Saint George!

A Cup Of Hot Wine With Not A Drop Of Allaying Tiber In 't.

With Love's Light Wings Did I O'er-perch These Walls, For Stony Limits Cannot Hold Love Out

O Love, Be Moderate, Allay Thy Ecstasy, In Measure Rain Thy Joy, Scant This Excess!

Every Fair From Fair Sometime Declines