Contempt Is Egotism In Ill-

Life Went A-maying With Nature, Hope, And Poesy, When I Was Young!

The Earth With Its Scarred Face Is The Symbol Of The Past; The Air And Heaven, Of Futurity.

Work Without Hope Draws Nectar In A Sieve, And Hope Without An Object Cannot Live.

A Man Of Maxims Only Is Like A Cyclops With One Eye, And That In The Back Of His Head.

Blest Hour! It Was A Luxury--to Be!