Come, come thou bleak December wind,
And blow the dry leaves from the tree!
Flash, like a Love-thought, thro' me, Death
And take a Life that wearies me.
Yea, whom He loves the Lord God chasteneth
With disappointments, so that this side death,
Through suffering and failure, they know Hell
To make them worthy in that Heaven to dwell
Of Love's attainment, where they come to be
Parts of its beauty and divinity.
If any questions
why we died,
Tell them,
because our fathers lied.
When Bess gave her Dollies a Tea, said she,--
'It's unpolite, when they's Company,
To say you've drinked two cups, you see,--
But say you've drinked a couple of tea.'
I pine not for pelf, nor for any treasure,
Poverty has indeed its own sweet pleasure,
Brimmed are my eyes, with riches of contentment,
Where no rich man, any more does measure.
'You gave me the key of your heart, my love;
Then why do you make me knock?'
'O, that was yesterday, Saints above!
And last night—I changed the lock!'
You can rest
in the shade of a tree,
but not
in the shade of an axe.
He that is guilty of a sin
Shall rue the crime that he lies in.
Meeting of like minds
progeny of will compels
future undaunted
Her lies poor Walt,
He brewed good malt,
His only fault.
