Season Of Mists And Mellow Fruitfulness, Close

Why Employ Intelligent And Highly Paid Ambassadors And Then Go And Do Their Work For Them? You Don't Buy A Canary And Sing Yourself.

Soft Closer Of Our Eyes! Low Murmur Of Tender Lullabies!

Four Seasons Fill The Measure Of The Year; There Are Four Seasons In The Minds Of Men.

You Might Curb Your Magnanimity, And Be More Of An Artist, And Load Every Rift Of Your Subject With Ore.

Heard Melodies Are Sweet, But Those Unheard Are Sweeter.