I make bean stalks, I'm A builder, like yourself.

Please give me some good advice in your next letter. I promise not to follow it.

If I could have two things in one: the peace of the grave, and the light of the sun.

When I can make Of ten small words a rope to hang the world! "I had you and I have you now no more.

O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!

She is happy where she lies With the dust upon her eyes.

I have loved badly, loved the great Too soon, withdrawn my words too late; And eaten in an echoing hall Alone and from a chipped plate The words that I withdrew too late.