I Always Made An Awkward Bow.

Let Us Not Go Hurrying About And Collecting Honey, Bee-like Buzzing Here And There For A Knowledge Of What Is Not To Be Arrived At, But Let Us Open Our Leaves Like A Flower, And Be Passive And Receptive, Budding Patiently Under The Eye Of Apollo, And Taking Hints From Every Noble Insect That Favours Us With A Visit - Sap Will Be Given Us For Meat And Dew For Drink.

Many Have Original Minds Who Do Not Think It - They Are Led Away By Custom!

Scenery Is Fine - But Human Nature Is Finer.

What Shocks The Virtuous Philosopher, Delights The Chameleon Poet.

She Hurried At His Words, Beset With Fears, For There Were Sleeping Dragons All Around.