Before Now Poetry Has Taken Notice Of

If One By One We Counted People Out

I Have Miles To Go Before I Sleep.

Of All Crimes The Worst Is To Steal The Glory From The Great And Brave, Even More Accursed Than To Rob The Grave.

If The Day Ever Comes When They Know Who They Are, They May Know Better Where They Are.

It Comes Down To A Doubt About The Wisdom Of Having Children After Having Had Them, So There Is Nothing We Can Do About It But Warn The Children They Perhaps Should Have None.