Events Of All Sorts Creep Or Fly

[my Kitten] Is Dressed In A Tortoise-shell Suit, And I Know You Will Delight In Her.

Hast Thou Not Learnd What Thou Art Often Told, A Truth Still Sacred, And Believed Of Old, That No Success Attends On Spears And Swords Unblest, And That The Battle Is The Lords?

They Love The Country, And None Else, Who Seek For Their Own Sake Its Silence And Its Shade. Delights Which Who Would Leave, That Has A Heart Susceptible Of Pity, Or A Mind Cultured And Capable Of Sober Thought.

An Epigram Is But A Feeble Thing - With Straw In Tail, Stuck There By Way Of Sting.

Gardening Imparts An Organic Perspective On The Passage Of Time.