Winds And Waters Keepa Hush More Dead

Tantarrara! The Joyous Book Of Spring Lies Open, Writ In Blossoms.

If Any Foes Of Mine Are There, I Pardon Every One: I Hope That Man And Womankind Will Do The Same By Me.

Oh, Bring Again My Heart's Content, Thou Spirit Of The Summer-time!

Writing Is Learning To Say Nothing, More Cleverly Every Day.

Sin We Have Explain'd Away; Unluckily, The Sinners Stay.