Men Are Not Angels, Neither Are They

Oh, To Be In England Now That April's There.

There Is No Truer Truth Obtainable By Man Than Comes Of Music

A Face To Lose Youth For, To Occupy Age With The Dream Of, Meet Death With.

Talent Should Minister To Genius.

The Peerless Cup Afloat Of The Lake-lily Is An Urn Some Nymph Swims Bearing High Above Her Head.