Be Not Thy Tongue Thy Own Shame's

Well Could He Ride, And Often Men Would Say, "that Horse His Mettle From His Rider Takes: Proud Of Subjection, Noble By The Sway, What Rounds, What Bounds, What Course, What Stop He Makes!" And Controversy Hence A Question Takes, Whether The Horse By Him Became His Deed, Or He His Manage By The Well-doing Steed.

God Send Everyone Their Heart's Desire!

Who Are The Violets Now That Strew The Lap Of The New-come Spring?

Good Old Grandsire ... We Shall Be Joyful Of Thy Company.

I Am Not In The Giving Vein Today.