Do Not Beg Me By Knees Or

There Is A Fullness Of All Things, Even Of Sleep And Love.

But Curb Thou The High Spirit In Thy Breast, For Gentle Ways Are Best, And Keep Aloof From Sharp Contentions.

Insignificant Mortals, Who Are As Leaves Are, And Now Flourish And Grow Warm With Life, And Feed On What The Ground Gives, But Then Again Fade Away And Are Dead.

I War Not With The Dead.

Modesty Is Of No Use To A Beggar.