Man Has Never Been The

Her Lawn Looks Like A Meadow, And If She Mows The Place She Leaves The Clover Standing And The Queen Anne's Lace.

Father, I Beg Of Thee A Little Task To Dignify My Days, 'tis All I Ask.

You See, I Am A Poet, And Not Quite Right In The Head, Darling. It’s Only That.

We Are All Ruled In What We Do By Impulses; And These Impulses Are So Organized That Our Actions In General Serve For Our Self Preservation And That Of The Race.

Love Is Not All; It Is Not Meat Nor Drink.