No Work Is Worse Than

Half As Sober As A Judge.

For God's Sake (i Never Was More Serious) Don't Make Me Ridiculous Any More By Terming Me Gentle-hearted In Print.

When Twilight Dews Are Falling Soft Upon The Rosy Sea, Love, I Watch The Star Whose Beam So Oft Has Lighted Me To Thee, Love.

By Myself Walking, To Myself Talking.

Let Us Live For The Beauty Of Our Own Reality.