The best way to avoid a bad action is by doing a good one, for there is no difficulty in the world like that of trying to do nothing.
He could not die when the trees were green, For he loved the time too well.
Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rude / And flew to the silence of sweet solitude.
Ah, words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away.
The present is the funeral of the past, And man the living sepulchre of life.
Forgive me if, in friendship’s way, I offer thee a wreath of May.... [N]ourished by the dews of heaven.... So I have Ivy placed between, To prove that worth is ever green. The little blue Forget-me-not... Spring’s messenger in every spot, Smiling on all—"Remember me!