Short Poems

With swift
Great sweep of her
Magnificent arm my pain
Clanged back the doors that shut my soul
From life.

Rejoyce chast Queen of Angels, and apply
All those blest Quires to sing this Victory:
He that was born of Thee, and dy'd for us,
Has conquer'd death; is risen glorious:
Sing then, and in thy hymns this mercy crave,
That thy great Son our souls in Judgment save.

I’m in more than two minds about it.

Oh, if the selfish knew how much they lost,
What would they not endeavour, not endure,
To imitate, as far as in them lay,
Him who his wisdom and his power employs
In making others happy!

Candy
Is Dandy
But liquor
Is quicker.

Man to the last is but a froward child;
So eager for the future, come what may,
And to the present so insensible!
Oh, if he could in all things as he would,
Years would as days and hours as moments be;
He would, so restless is his spirit here,
Give wings to Time, and wish his life away!

He who is ridden by a conscience
Worries about a lot of nonscience;
He without benefit of scruples
His fun and income soon quadruples.

Small people often overrate
the charm of being tall;
which is, that you appreciate
the charm of being small.

Affection is a noble quality;
It leads to generosity and jollity.
But it also leads to breach of promise
If you go around lavishing it on red-hot momise.

A bit of talcum
Is always walcum.