'Tis not what man does which exalts him, but what man Would do! >>
That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should >>
And gain is gain, however small. >>
The world is getting to be such a dangerous place, a man is lucky to g >>
The world is a fine place worth the fighting for and I hate very much >>
If this were a logical world, men would ride side saddle. >>
The year's at the spring; And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearled; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn: God's in his heaven, All's right with the world!