To See And Know The Worst Is

We Wove A Web In Childhood, A Web Of Sunny Air; We Dug A Spring In Infancy Of Water Pure And Fair; We Sowed In Youth A Mustard Seed, We Cut An Almond Rod; We Are Now Grown Up To Riper Age— Are They Withered In The Sod?

I Try To Avoid Looking Forward Or Backward, And Try To Keep Looking Upward.

"do You Like Him Much?" "i Told You I Liked Him A Little. Where Is The Use Of Caring For Him So Very Much: He Is Full Of Faults." "is He?" "all Boys Are." "more Than Girls?" "very Likely."

Out Of Association Grows Adhesion, And Out Of Adhesion Amalgamation.

Say Whatever Your Memory Suggests Is True; But Add Nothing And Exaggerate Nothing.