Who So Loves Believes The Impossible.

Get Work, Get Work; Be Sure 'tis Better Than What You Work To Get.

The Large White Owl That With Eye Is Blind, That Hath Sate For Years In The Old Tree Hollow, Is Carried Away In A Gust Of Wind.

The Charm, One Might Say The Genius, Of Memory Is That It Is Choosy, Chancy And Temperamental.

What I Do And What I Dream Include Thee, As The Wine Must Taste Of Its Own Grapes.

My Patience Has Dreadful Chilblains From Standing So Long On A Monument.