Good men must not obey the laws too well. >>
Trust instinct to the end, even though you can give no reason. >>
Our spontaneous action is always the best. You cannot, with your best >>
And that inverted bowl we call The Sky, where under crawling coop't we >>
The sky is the daily bread of the eyes. >>
I never saw a man who looked with such a wistful eye upon that little >>
The sky is the daily bread of the eyes.