Life Has A Practice Of Living You,

How Little Our Careers Express What Lies In Us, And Yet How Much Time They Take Up. It's Sad, Really.

Deprivation Is For Me What Daffodils Were For Wordsworth.

Give Me A Thrill, Says The Reader, Give Me A Kick; I Don't Care How You Succeed, Or What Subject You Pick.

A Good Meal Can Somewhat Repair / The Eatings Of Slight Love

Still, Vicious Or Virtuous, Love Suits Most Of Us.