Oh, Children, Growing Up To Be Adventurers

I Had A Little Sorrow, Born Of A Little Sin.

Death Devours All Lovely Things; Lesbia With Her Sparrow Shares The Darkness--presently Every Bed Is Narrow.

If I Love You Wednesday, What Is That To You? I Do Not Love You Thursday - So Much Is True.

And All The Loveliest Things There Be Come Simply, So It Seems To Me.

We Are All Ruled In What We Do By Impulses; And These Impulses Are So Organized That Our Actions In General Serve For Our Self Preservation And That Of The Race.