Interspersed In Lawn And Opening Glades, Thin

Tis But A Part We See, And Not A Whole.

All Looks Yellow To A Jaundiced Eye That Habitually Compares Everything To Something Better. But By Changing That Habit To Comparing Everything To Something Worse, Even Making It A Game, That Person Can Find Gratitude, Relief And Happiness Where-ever They Go And Whatever They Experience, Guaranteed!

Then Marble, Soften'd Into Life, Grew Warm.

What Nature Wants, Commodious Gold Bestows; 'tis Thus We Cut The Bread Another Sows.

Cursed Be The Verse, How Well So E'er It Flow, That Tends To Make One Worthy Man My Foe.