Remorse Weeps Tears Of Blood.

Iambics March From Short To Long;-- With A Leap And A Bound The Swift Anapaests Throng

May All The Stars Hang Bright Above Her Dwelling, Silent As Though They Watched The Sleeping Earth!

I Must Lay Down The Law As I Understand It, And As I Read It In Books Of Authority.

Men Of Humor Are Always In Some Degree Men Of Genius; Wits Are Rarely So, Although A Man Of Genius May, Amongst Other Gifts, Possess Wit, As Shakespeare.

All Nature Seems At Work. Slugs Leave Their Lair The Bees Are Stirring, Birds Are On The Wing, And Winter Slumbering In The Open Air, Wears On His Smiling Face A Dream Of Spring.