Things May Serve Long, But

I Hope To See London Once Ere I Die.

Some Innocents 'scape Not The Thunderbolt.

Oh, How This Spring Of Love Resembleth, The Uncertain Glory Of An April Day, Which Now Shows All Beauty Of The Sun, And By And By A Cloud Takes All Away

Our Thoughts Are Ours, Their Ends None Of Our Own

How Well He's Read, To Reason Against Reading!