Some Gave Me Soft Words And Some

He Was Beastly Tired, But It Was Hard To Stop. One More Book, He Had Told Himself, Then I'll Stop. One More Folio, Just One More. One More Page, Then I'll Go Up And Rest And Get A Bite To Eat. But There Was Always Another Page After That One, And Another After That, And Another Book Waiting Underneath The Pile. I'll Just Take A Quick Peek To See What This One Is About, He'd Think, And Before He Knew He Would Be Halfway Through It.

If He Must Be Alone, He Would Make Solitude His Armor.

Man Wants To Be The King O' The Rabbits, He Best Wear A Pair O' Floppy Ears.

I Thought My Song Was Beginning That Day, But It Was Almost Done.

Minds Are Like Swords, I Do Fear. The Old Ones Go To Rust.