O For A Horse With Wings!

Those Friends Thou Hast, And Their Adoption Tried, Grapple Them To Thy Soul With Hoops Of Steel; But Do Not Dull Thy Palm With Entertainment Of Each New-hatch'd, Unfledg'd Comrade.

Such As We Are Made Of, Such We Be.

Short Summers Lightly Have A Forward Spring.

Yet This My Comfort: When Your Words Are Done, My Woes End Likewise With The Evening Sun.

And A Man's Life's No More Than To Say "one."