Lawyers, I Suppose, Were Children Once.

The Good Things Of Life Are Not To Be Had Singly, But Come To Us With A Mixture; Like A School-boy's Holiday, With A Task Affixed To The Tail Of It.

Oh Stay! Oh Stay! Joy So Seldom Weaves A Chain Like This To-night, That Oh 't Is Pain To Break Its Links So Soon.

I Am In Love With The Green Earth.

Here Cometh April Again, And As Far As I Can See The World Hath More Fools In It Than Ever.

Trample Not On The Ruins Of A Man.