Literature Is A Splendid Mistress, But A

I Always Prefer To Believe The Best Of Everybody, It Saves So Much Trouble.

There Are Gems Of Wondrous Brightness Ofttimes Lying At Our Feet, And We Pass Them, Walking Thoughtless, Down The Busy, Crowded Street. If We Knew, Our Pace Would Slacken, We Would Step More Oft With Care, Lest Our Careless Feet Be Treading To The Earth Some Jewel Rare.

What Stands If Freedom Fail? What Dies Of England Live?

Hear And Attend And Listen; For This Befell And Behappened And Became And Was: O My Best Beloved, When The Tame Animals Were Wild.

Favouritism Governed Kissage, Even As It Does In This Age.