It Is The Best Of All Trades,

Of All Fatiguing, Futile, Empty Trades, The Worst, I Suppose, Is Writing About Writing.

Consider In What Way The Industrial System Developed Upon Capitalist Lines. Why Were A Few Rich Men Put With Such Ease Into Possession Of The New Methods? Why Was It Normal And Natural In Their Eyes And In That Of Contemporary Society That Those Who Produced The New Wealth With The New Machinery Should Be Proletarian And Dispossessed?

In The Midst Of All These Innumerable Forms Of A Common Protest And Universal Ill-ease There Has Grown Up One Definite Body Of Doctrine Whose Adherents Are Called Communists And Who Desired The Total Subversion Of What Had Been, Hitherto Unquestioned Among Civilized European Men, The General Doctrines Of Property And Individual Freedom.

If Any Man Gives You A Wine You Can't Bear, Don't Say It Is Beastly... But Don't Say You Like It. You Are Endangering Your Soul And The Use Of Wine As Well... Seek Out Some Other Wine Good To Your Taste.

For No One, In Our Long Decline,so Dusty, Spiteful And Divided,had Quite Such Pleasant Friends As Mine,or Loved Them Half As Much As I Did. [stanza 3]the Library Was Most Inviting:the Books Upon The Crowded Shelveswere Mainly Of Our Private Writing:we Kept A School And Taught Ourselves. [stanza 15]from Quiet Homes And First Beginning,out To The Undiscovered Ends,theres Nothing Worth The Wear Of Winning,but Laughter And The Love Of Friends. [stanza 22]you Do Retain The Song We Set,and How It Rises, Trips And Scans?you Keep The Sacred Memory Yet,republicans? Republicans?[stanza 36]