Thou Art An Elm, My

Is Not The Truth The Truth?

Better Three Hours Too Soon Than A Minute Too Late.

I Have Lived Long Enough. My Way Of Life Is To Fall Into The Sere, The Yellow Leaf, And That Which Should Accompany Old Age, As Honor, Love, Obedience, Troops Of Friends I Must Not Look To Have.

Their Lips Were Four Red Roses On A Stalk.

I May Command Where I Adore.