Nobody loses all the time.

i shall imagine life is not worth dying,if (and when)roses complain their beauties are in vain but though mankind persuades itself that every weed's a rose,roses(you feel certain)will only smile

All ignorance toboggans into know and trudges up to ignorance again.

In just - Spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee

Sweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love.

May my mind stroll about hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple and even if its sunday may i be wrong for whenever men are right they are not young

O sweet spontaneous earth how often has the naughty thumb of science prodded thy beauty thou answereth them only with spring.