The Resolved Mind Hath No Cares.

My House, My House, Though Thou Art Small, Thou Art To Me The Escurial.

At Length The Fox Turnes Monk.

Sweet Day, So Cool, So Calm, So Bright, / The Bridal Of The Earth And Sky.

We Live In An Age That Hath More Need Of Good Example Than Precepts.

All Flesh Is Not Venison.