Men Are April When They

Where Every Something, Being Blent Together Turns To A Wild Of Nothing.

I Was A Coward On Instinct.

How Far That Little Candle Throws Its Beams! So Shines A Good Deed In A Naughty World.

Tis Beauty Truly Blent, Whose Red And White Nature's Own Sweet And Cunning Hand Laid On.

If Thou Dost Seek To Have What Thou Dost Hide, By Self-example Mayst Thou Be Denied.