And Marlowe, Webster, Fletcher, Ben, Whose fire-hearts sowed our furrows when The world was worthy of such men.

Whoever lives true life, will love true love.

Books succeed; and lives fail.

And is it not the chief good of money, the being free from the need of thinking of it?

The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental.

So mothers have God's license to be missed.

And Chaucer, with his infantine Familiar clasp of things divine.