I dare not so honor my mere wishes and prayers as to put them for a moment beside your noble acts; but this know, I would rather submit to the worst of deaths, so far as pain goes, than have a single dog or cat tortured on the pretence of sparing me a twinge or two.

Earth is crammed with heavens.

So munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon, Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon!

Good strong thick stupefying incense-smoke!

Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.

Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.

The common problem, yours, mine, everyone's Is ? not to fancy what were fair in life Provided it could be ? but, finding first What may be, then find how to make it fair Up to our means.