Good To Forgive, Best To Forget.

The Sea Heaves Up, Hangs Loaded O'er The Land, Breaks There, And Buries Its Tumultuous Strength.

What Joy Is Better Than The News Of Friends?

When The Liquor's Out, Why Clink The Cannikin?

Who Knows Most, Doubts Most; Entertaining Hope Means Recognizing Fear.

And Let Them Pass, As They Will Too Soon, With The Bean-flowers' Boon, And The Blackbird's Tune, And May, And June!