Life Isn't All Beer And Skittles; Few

And He Whose Soul Is Flat -- The Sky Will Cave In On Him By And By.

Not Truth, But Faith It Is That Keeps The World Alive.

If Ever I Said In Grief Or Pride, I'd Tired Of Honest Things, I Lied.

Oh, Children, Growing Up To Be Adventurers Into Sophistry, Forbear, Forbear To Be Of Those That Read The Rood To Learn The Rose.

Dust In An Urn Long Since, Dispersed And Dead Is Great Apollo; And The Happier He