As the husband is the wife is; thou art mated with a clown, As the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down.

That tower of strength Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew.

Nature, red in tooth and claw.

I know transplanted human worth will bloom to profit otherwhere.

Cricket, however, has more in it than mere efficiency. There is something called the spirit of cricket, which cannot be defined.

There sinks the nebulous star we call the sun.

God and Nature met in light.