I Even Think That, Sentimentally,

Cultivate Simplicity, Coleridge.

If Thou Would'st Have Me Sing And Play As Once I Play'd And Sung, First Take This Time-worn Lute Away, And Bring One Freshly Strung.

It Is Good To Love The Unknown.

The Trumpet Does Not More Stun You By Its Loudness, Than A Whisper Teases You By Its Provoking Inaudibility.

I Am In Love With The Green Earth.