Day! Faster And More Fast. O'er Night's

Measure Your Mind's Height By The Shade It Casts.

That Great Brow And The Spirit-small Hand Propping It.

When A Man's Busy, Why Leisure Strikes Him As Wonderful Pleasure: 'faith, And At Leisure Once Is He? Straightway He Wants To Be Busy.

My Sun Sets To Rise Again.

It's Wiser Being Good Than Bad; It's Safer Being Meek Than Fierce: It's Fitter Being Sane Than Mad.