See Yonder Little Cloud, That, Borne Aloft

When We Walk Towards The Sun Of Truth, All Shadows Are Cast Behind Us.

If The Great Captain Of Plymouth Is So Very Eager To Wed Me, Why Does He Not Come Himself, And Take The Trouble To Woo Me? If I Am Not Worth The Wooing, I Surely Am Not Worth The Winning!

No Endeavour Is In Vain; Its Reward Is In The Doing.

Maiden, That Read'st This Simple Rhyme, Enjoy Thy Youth, It Will Not Stay; Enjoy The Fragrance Of Thy Prime, For Oh, It Is Not Always May!

If You Would Hit The Mark, You Must Aim A Little Above It.