When Pride Thaws, Look For Floods.

Lips Like Rosebuds Peeping Out Of Snow.

Love Spends His All, And Still Hath Store.

O, There Is Naught On Earth Worth Being Known But God And Our Own Souls!

Look On The Bee Upon The Wing 'mong Flowers; How Brave, How Bright His Life! Then Mark, Him Hiv'd, Cramp'd, Cringing In His Self-built, Social Cell, Thus It Is In The World-hive; Most Where Men Lie Deep In Cities As In Drifts.

Envy's A Coal Comes Hissing Hot From Hell.