Oh How Sweet It Is To Hear

The Bed Of Flowers Loosens Amain, The Beauteous Snowdrops Droop O'er The Plain. The Crocus Opens Its Glowing Bud, Like Emeralds Others, Others, Like Blood. With Saucy Gesture Primroses Flare, And Roguish Violets, Hidden With Care; And Whatsoever There Stirs And Strives, The Spring's Contented, If Works And Thrives.

How Many Kings Are Governed By Their Ministers, How Many Ministers By Their Secretaries? Who, In Such Cases, Is Really The Chief?

Everyone Is Deceived In His Hopes, Cheated In His Expectations.

The World Is So Full Of Simpletons And Madmen, That One Need Not Seek Them In A Madhouse.

Giving Is The Business Of The Rich.