My Religion Of Life Is Always To

What A Dusty Answer Gets The Soul When Hot For Certainties In This Our Life!

She Poured A Little Social Sewage Into His Ears.

Always Imitate The Behaviour Of The Winners When You Lose.

Lowly, With A Broken Neck, The Crocus Lays Her Cheek To Mire.

She Whom I Love Is Hard To Catch And Conquer, Hard, But O The Glory Of The Winning Were She Won!