So Lonely 'twas That God

All Nature Seems At Work. Slugs Leave Their Lair The Bees Are Stirring, Birds Are On The Wing, And Winter Slumbering In The Open Air, Wears On His Smiling Face A Dream Of Spring.

Oh, The Difficulty Of Fixing The Attention Of Men On The World Within Them!

As Long As There Are Readers To Be Delighted With Calumny, There Will Be Found Reviewers To Calumniate.

What Is One Man's Gain Is Another's Loss.

Trochee Trips From Long To Short; From Long To Long In Solemn Sort Slow Spondee Stalks.