Caricature Is Rough Truth.

The Debts We Owe Ourselves Are The Hardest To Pay.

I Know Him, February's Thrush, And Loud At Eve He Valentines On Sprays That Paw The Naked Bush Where Soon Will Sprout The Thorns And Bines.

When I Was Quite A Boy I Had A Spasm Of Religion Which Lasted Six Weeks... But I Never Since Have Swallowed The Christian Fable.

Not Till The Fire Is Dying In The Grate, Look We For Any Kinship With The Stars.

Full Lasting Is The Song, Though He, / The Singer, Passes.