The Difference Between A Job And A

Loosely Bound By Countless Silken Ties Of Love And Thought To Everything On Earth The Compass Round

But These Are Flowers That Fly And All But Sing: And Now From Having Ridden Out Desire They Lie Closed Over In The Wind And Cling Where Wheels Have Freshly Sliced The April Mire.

Take Care To Sell Your Horse Before He Dies. The Art Of Life Is Passing Losses On.

Come Grow Old With Me, For The Best Is Yet To Come!

Something Sinister In The Tone Told Me My Secret Must Be Known: Word I Was In The House Alone Somehow Must Have Gotten Abroad, Word I Was In My Life Alone, Word I Had No One Left But God.