Such Labour'd Nothings, In So Strange A

Not Always Actions Show The Man; We Find Who Does A Kindness Is Not Therefore Kind.

We May See The Small Value God Has For Riches, By The People He Gives Them To.

Now Hollow Fires Burn Out To Black, And Lights Are Fluttering Low: Square Your Shoulders, Lift Your Pack And Leave Your Friends And Go. O Never Fear, Lads, Naught's To Dread, Look Not To Left Nor Right: In All The Endless Road You Tread There's Nothing But The Night.

Religion Blushing, Veils Her Sacred Fires, And Unawares Morality Expires.

When I Die, I Should Be Ashamed To Leave Enough To Build Me A Monument If There Were A Wanting Friend Above Ground. I Would Enjoy The Pleasure Of What I Give By Giving It Alive And Seeing Another Enjoy It.