The Biggest Bore Of All Is He

Pity It Is To Slay The Meanest Thing.

For My Part, Getting Up Seems Not So Easy By Half As Lying.

Bells Are Musics Laughter.

Oh! God! That Bread Should Be So Dear, And Flesh And Blood So Cheap!

I Saw Old Autumn In The Misty Morn Stand Shadowless Like Silence, Listening To Silence.