They Swayed About Upon A Rocking Horse,

A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy Forever.

Thou, Silent Form, Dost Tease Us Out Of Thought As Doth Eternity.

Four Seasons Fill The Measure Of The Year; There Are Four Seasons In The Minds Of Men.

Through The Dancing Poppies Stole A Breeze, Most Softly Lulling To My Soul.

What Occasions The Greater Part Of The World's Quarrels? Simply This: Two Minds Meet And Do Not Understand Each Other In Time Enough To Prevent Any Shock Of Surprise At The Conduct Of Either Party.