So Let Me Be Thy Choir, And

Tall Oaks Branch Charmed By The Earnest Stars Dream And So Dream All Night Without A Stir.

We Have Woven A Web, You And I, Attached To This World But A Separate World Of Our Own Invention.

Failure Is In A Sense The Highway To Success, As Each Discovery Of What Is False Leads Us To Seek Earnestly After What Is True.

Death Is Life's High Meed.

Dance And Provencal Song And Sunburnt Mirth! On For A Beaker Full Of The Warm South, Full Of The True, The Blushful Hippocrene! With Beaded Bubbles Winking At The Brim, And Purple-stained Mouth.