Nature's Deepest Laws, Her Only True Laws,

Give Me Something Huge To Fight, — And I Should Enjoy That — But Why Make Me Sweep The Dust?

All We Need To Make Us Really Happy Is Something To Be Enthusiastic About.

If "ifs" And "ands" Were Pots And Pans, There'd Be No Work For Tinkers' Hands

See The Land, Her Easter Keeping, Rises As Her Maker Rose. Seeds, So Long In Darkness Sleeping, Burst At Last From Winter Snows. Earth With Heaven Above Rejoices.

Tis The Hard Grey Weather Breeds Hard English Men.