Every new fad or fashion at once has its denouncers from the pulpit, platform, professor's chair.
Willow trees are kind, Dear God. They will not bear a body on their limbs.
I am profoundly in the D's - discouraged, depressed, disheartened, disgusted.
Blue. My God! I'm so blue that if I were a dog, I'd sit on my haunches and howl and howl and howl...
The rainbow is elusive, and its colors but the illumination of tears.
It's punishment to be compelled to do what one doesn't wish.