Ask Me Not What I Have, But

The Men Of Action Are, After All, Only The Unconscious Instruments Of The Men Of Thought.

The Nightingale Appear'd The First, And As Her Melody She Sang, The Apple Into Blossom Burst, To Life The Grass And Violets Sprang.

All I Really Want Is Enough To Live On, A Little House In The Country... And A Tree In The Garden With Seven Of My Enemies Hanging In It.

The Gazelles So Gentle And Clever Skip Lightly In Frolicsome Mood.

The Men Of The Past Had Convictions, While We Moderns Have Only Opinions.