Who Knows Most, Doubts Most.

Stung By The Splendour Of A Sudden Thought.

I Want To Know A Butcher Paints, A Baker Rhymes For His Pursuit, Candlestick-maker Much Acquaints His Soul With Song, Or, Haply Mute, Blows Out His Brains Upon The Flute.

No, When The Fight Begins Within Himself, / A Man's Worth Something.

The Trouble That Most Of Us Find With The Modern Matched Sets Of Clubs Is That They Don't Really Seem To Know Any More About The Game Than The Old Ones Did.

I Have Lived, And Seen God's Hand Thro A Life Time, And All Was For The Best.