Kissing Don't Last: Cookery Do!

The Man Who Has No Mind Of His Own Lends It To The Priests.

Days, When The Ball Of Our Vision Had Eagles That Flew Unabashed To Sun; When The Graps On The Bow Was Decision, And Arrow And Hand And Eye Were One; When The Pleasures, Like Waves To A Swimmer, Came Heaving For Rapture Ahead! - Invoke Them, They Dwindle, They Glimmer As Lights Over Mounds Of The Dead.

The Future Not Being Born, My Friend, We Will Abstain From Baptizing It.

Darker Grows The Valley, More And More Forgetting: So Were It With Me If Forgetting Could Be Willed. Tell The Grassy Hollow That Holds The Bubbling Well-spring, Tell It To Forget The Source That Keeps It Filled.

How Many A Thing Which We Cast To The Ground, When Others Pick It Up, Becomes A Gem!