I'd Leave All The Hurry, The Noise,

Life's More Amusing Than We Thought.

O Grant Me A House By The Beach Of A Bay, Where The Waves Can Be Surly In Winter, And Play With The Sea-weed In Summer, Ye Bountiful Powers! And I'd Leave All The Hurry, The Noise, And The Fray, For A House Full Of Books, And A Garden Of Flowers.

You Can Cover A Great Deal Of Country In Books.

There's A Joy Without Canker Or Cark, There's A Pleasure Eternally New, 't Is To Gloat On The Glaze And The Mark Of China That's Ancient And Blue.

Either A Wise Man Will Not Go Into Bunkers, Or, Being In, He Will Endure Such Things As Befall Him With Patience.