Knew I how to pray, to intercede for your [broken] Foot were intuitive - but I am but a Pagan.

Knew I how to pray, to intercede for your [broken] Foot were intuitive - but I am but a Pagan.

The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him is aristocracy.

I held a jewel in my fingers And went to sleep. The day was warm, and winds were prosy; I said: "'T will keep." I woke and chid my honest fingers,— The gem was gone; And now an amethyst remembrance Is all I own.

Forever is made up of nows.

I don't profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.

Friends are nations in themselves.