He Who Breathes Deepest Lives Most.

My Patience Has Dreadful Chilblains From Standing So Long On A Monument.

Books Succeed; And Lives Fail.

Mountain Gorses, Do Ye Teach Us . . . . That The Wisest Word Man Reaches Is The Humblest He Can Speak?

Utterance Is The Evidence Of Foregone Study.

For Me, My Heart, That Erst Did Go Most Like A Tired Child At A Show, That Sees Through Tears The Mummers Leap, Would Now Its Wearied Vision Close, Would Childlike On His Love Repose, Who Giveth His Beloved, Sleep.