Their Woes Gone By, And Both To

Conversation Is Not A Search After Knowledge, But An Endeavor At Effect.

Four Seasons Fill The Measure Of The Year; There Are Four Seasons In The Minds Of Men.

Give Me Books, French Wine, Fruit, Fine Weather And A Little Music Played Out Of Doors By Somebody I Do Not Know.

It Appears To Me That Almost Any Man May Like The Spider Spin From His Own Inwards His Own Airy Citadel.

Parting They Seemed To Tread Upon The Air, Twin Roses By The Zephyr Blown Apart Only To Meet Again More Close.