Behind Every Myth Lies A

Mere Wealth, I Am Above It, / It Is The Reputation Wide, / The Playwright's Pomp, The Poet's Pride / That Eagerly I Covet.

A Hobby A Day Keeps The Doldrums Away.

Aunts Are Discreet, A Little Shy / By Instinct. They Forbear To Pry.

Pressed For Rules And Verities, All I Recolelct Are These: Feed A Cold And Starve A Fever. Argue With No True Believer. Think-too-long Is Never-act. Scratch A Myth And Find A Fact.

If Childhood Is Still A State, It Is Now Chiefly A State Of Confusion.