How Frugal Is The Chariot That Bears

I Do Not Like The Man Who Squanders Life For Fame; Give Me The Man Who Living Makes A Name.

Further In Summer Than The Birds Pathetic From The Grass A Minor Nation Celebrates Its Unobtrusive Mass. No Ordinance Be Seen So Gradual The Grace A Pensive Custom It Becomes Enlarging Loneliness. Antiquest Felt At Noon When August Burning Low Arise This Spectral Canticle Repose To Typify Remit As Yet No Grace No Furrow On The Glow Yet A Druidic Difference Enhances Nature Now.

I Hope Your Rambles Have Been Sweet, And Your Reveries Spacious

To Multiply The Harbors Does Not Reduce The Sea.

My Friends Are My Estate. Forgive Me Then The Avarice To Hoard Them!