I Shot An Arrow Into The Air,

Joy, Temperance, And Repose, Slam The Door On The Doctor's Nose.

Where'er A Noble Deed Is Wrought, Where'er Is Spoken A Noble Thought, Our Hearts In Glad Surprise To Higher Levels Rise.

O Beautiful, Awful Summer Day, What Hast Thou Given, What Taken Away?

There's Nothing In This World So Sweet As Love. And Next To Love The Sweetest Thing Is Hate.

I Like That Ancient Saxon Phrase, Which Calls, The Burial-ground God's-acre.