Ripe In Wisdom Was He, But Patient,

Well I Know The Secret Places, And The Nests In Hedge And Tree; At What Doors Are Friendly Faces, In What Hearts Are Thoughts Of Me.

People Of A Lively Imagination Are Generally Curious, And Always So When A Little In Love.

The Market-place, The Eager Love Of Gain, Whose Aim Is Vanity, And Whose End Is Pain!

There Are Favorable Hours For Reading A Book, As For Writing It.

No Man Is So Poor As To Have Nothing Worth Giving.