Oh! Blame Not The Bard.

They Set Great Store By Their Gardens . . . Their Studie And Deligence Herein Commeth Not Only Of Pleasure, But Also Of A Certain Strife And Contention . . . Concerning The Trimming, Husbanding, And Furnishing Of Their Gardens; Everye Man Or His Owne Parte.

An Absolutely New Idea Is One Of The Rarest Things Known To Man.

In Utopia, Where Every Man Has A Right To Everything, They All Know That If Care Is Taken To Keep The Public Stores Full, No Private Man Can Want Anything; For Among Them There Is No Unequal Distribution, So That No Man Is Poor, None In Necessity; And Though No Man Has Anything, Yet They Are All Rich; For What Can Make A Man So Rich As To Lead A Serene And Cheerful Life, Free From Anxieties.

It Is Only Natural, Of Course, That Each Man Should Think His Own Opinions Best: The Crow Loves His Fledgling, And The Ape His Cub.

The Things We Pray For, Good Lord, Give Us Grace To Labor For.