Spare Feast! A Radish And An Egg.

Perhaps Thou Gav'st Me, Though Unseen, A Kiss; Perhaps A Tear, If Souls Can Weep In Bliss.

Judge Not The Lord By Feeble Sense, But Trust Him For His Grace; Behind A Frowning Providence He Hides A Smiling Face.

Though Peace Be Made, Yet It's Interest That Keep Peace.

Laugh At All You Trembled At Before.

Made Poetry A Mere Mechanic Art.