One Crowded Hour Of Glorious Life Is

For Love Will Still Be Lord Of All.

We Are Like The Herb Which Flourisheth Most When It Is Most Trampled On.

As Good Play For Nothing, You Know, As Work For Nothing.

The Summer Dawn's Reflected Hue To Purple Changed Lock Katrine Blue, Mildly And Soft The Western Breeze Just Kiss'd The Lake, Just Stirr'd The Trees, And The Pleased Lake, Like Maiden Coy, Trembled But Dimpled Not For Joy.

Of All Vices, Drinking Is The Most Incompatible With Greatness.