The World Is Mud-luscious And Puddle-wonderful.

Who Pays Any Attention To The Syntax Of Things Will Never Wholly Kiss You

The Voice Of Your Eyes Is Deeper Than All Roses

What Time Is It? It Is By Every Star A Different Time, And Each Most Falsely True.

Great Men Burn Bridges Before They Come To Them

Anyone Lived In A Pretty How Town (with Up So Floating Many Bells Down) Spring Summer Autumn Winter He Sang His Didn't He Danced His Did.