Work Is Its Own Best Earthly Meed,

I Don't Want To Die. But I Want To Be Dead.

I Have Lived Life Long Enough To Thank God That All My Prayers Have Not Been Answered

Work Is Its Own Best Earthly Meed, Else Have We None More Than The Sea-born Throng Who Wrought Those Marvellous Isles That Bloom Afar.

Quoth The Ocean, "dawn! O Fairest, Clearest, Touch Me With Thy Golden Fingers Bland; For I Have No Smile Till Thou Appearest For The Lovely Land.

Children Bring Their Own Love With Them When They Come.