When Married One Has To Get Into

The Bed Of Flowers Loosens Amain, The Beauteous Snowdrops Droop O'er The Plain. The Crocus Opens Its Glowing Bud, Like Emeralds Others, Others, Like Blood. With Saucy Gesture Primroses Flare, And Roguish Violets, Hidden With Care; And Whatsoever There Stirs And Strives, The Spring's Contented, If Works And Thrives.

A Great Revolution Is Never The Fault Of The People, But Of The Government.

It Has Been Said That Figures Rule The World. Maybe. But I Am Sure That Figures Show Us Whether It Is Being Ruled Well Or Badly.

There Is But One Poetry,--true Poetry.

The World Is So Great And Rich, And Life So Full Of Variety, That You Can Never Lack Occasions For Poems.