Don't Think Too Much Of Style.

A World Made To Be Lost, - A Bitter Life 'twixt Pain And Nothing Tost.

You May Hang Your Walls With Tapestry Insread Of Whitewash Or Paper; Or You May Cover Them With Mosaic; Or Have Them Frescoed By A Great Painter: All This Is Not Luxury, If It Be Done For Beauty's Sake, And Not For Show: It Does Not Break Our Golden Rule: Have Nothing In Your Houses Which You Do Not Know To Be Useful Or Believe To Be Beautiful.

Slayer Of The Winter, Art Thou Here Again? O Welcome, Thou That Bring'st The Summer Nigh! The Bitter Wind Makes Not The Victory Vain. Nor Will We Mock Thee For Thy Faint Blue Sky.

Not On One Strand Are All Life's Jewels Strung.

Love Is Enough: Though The World Be A-waning, And The Woods Have No Voice But The Voice Of Complaining.