Heiresses Are Never Jilted.

The Future Not Being Born, My Friend, We Will Abstain From Baptizing It.

Lovely Are The Curves Of The White Owl Sweeping Wavy In The Dusk Lit By One Large Star. Lone On The Fir-branch, His Rattle-note Unvaried, Brooding O'er The Gloom, Spins The Brown Eve-jar.

Kissing Don't Last: Cookery Do!

Published Memoirs Indicate The End Of A Man's Activity, And That He Acknowledges The End.

Earth, The Mother Of All, Moves On Her Stedfast Way, Gathering, Flinging, Sowing. Mortals, We Live In Her Day, She In Her Children Is Growing.