Fame Is A Fickle Food Upon A

The Revery Alone Will Do If Bees Are Few.

Some Arrows Slay But Whom They Strike - But This Slew All But Him - Who So Appareled His Escape - Too Trackless For A Tomb

Common Sense Is Almost As Omniscient As God.

To Make A Prairie It Takes A Clover And One Bee, -

They Address An Eclipse Every Morning, Whom They Call Their "father."