I Came From A Very Intellectual Neighborhood.

It Should Be Of The Pleasure Of A Poem Itself To Tell How It Can. The Figure A Poem Makes. It Begins In Delight And Ends In Wisdom. The Figure Is The Same For Love.

I Wonder About The Trees. Why Do We Wish To Bear Forever The Noise Of These More Than Another Noise So Close To Our Dwelling Place?

Forgive Me My Nonsense, As I Also Forgive The Nonsense Of Those That Think They Talk Sense.

The Problem For The King Is Just How Strict The Lack Of Liberty, The Squeeze Of The Law And Discipline Should Be In School And State.

Thinking Is Not To Agree Or Disagree. That's Voting.