These Flowers, Which Were Splendid And Sprightly,

A Friar Who Asks Alms For God's Sake Begs For Two.

Dreams Are Rough Copies Of The Waking Soul Yet Uncorrected Of The Higher Will, So That Men Sometimes In Their Dreams Confess An Unsuspected, Or Forgotten, Self; -since Dreaming, Madness, Passion, Are Akin In Missing Each That Salutory Rein Of Reason, And The Grinding Will Of Man.

Even In Dreams Doing Good Is Not Wasted.

What Law, What Reason Can Deny That Gift So Sweet, So Natural That God Has Given A Stream, A Fish, A Beast, A Bird?

All Must Yield To The Weight Of Years; Conquest Is Not Difficult For Time.