Matrimony; The High Sea For Which No

Tell Me Who First Did Kisses Suggest? It Was A Mouth All Glowing And Blest; It Kissed And It Thought Of Nothing Beside. The Fair Month Of May Was Then In Its Pride, The Flowers Were All From The Earth Fast Springing, The Sun Was Laughing, The Birds Were Singing.

The Beauteous Eyes Of The Spring's Fair Night With Comfort Are Downward Gazing.

The Swan, Like The Soul Of The Poet, By The Dull World Is Ill Understood.

Whatever Tears One May Shed, In The End One Always Blows One's Nose.

There Is Only One Writer In Whom I Find Something That Reminds Me Of The Directness Of Style Which Is Found In The Bible. It Is Shakespeare.