Occupation Is The Necessary Basis Of All

We Are Violets Blue, For Our Sweetness Found Careless In The Mossy Shades, Looking On The Ground. Love's Dropp'd Eyelids And A Kiss,-- Such Our Breath And Blueness Is.

I Entrench Myself In My Books Equally Against Sorrow And The Weather.

There Seems A Life In Hair, Though It Be Dead.

Cats At Firesides Live Luxuriously And Are The Picture Of Comfort.

Affection, Like Melancholy, Magnifies Trifles.