Perfect Nonsense Goes On In The World.

Everywhere Across Whatever Sorrows Of Which Our Life Is Woven, Some Radiant Joy Will Gaily Flash Past.

We Ought To Thank God For That. Yes, The Man Who Tills The Land Is More Worthy Of Respect Than Any.

I Saw That I'd Get Nowhere On The Straight Path, And That To Go Crookedly Was Straighter.

It Is No Use To Blame The Looking Glass If Your Face Is Awry.

Two Turtle Doves Will Show Thee Where My Cold Ashes Lie And Sadly Murmuring Tell Thee How In Tears I Did Die