Therefore I summon age / To grant youth's heritage.

Was there nought better than to enjoy? No feat which, done, would make time break, And let us pent-up creatures through Into eternity, our due? No forcing earth teach heaven's employ?

The trouble that most of us find with the modern matched sets of clubs is that they don't really seem to know any more about the game than the old ones did.

There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is nought, is silence implying sound; What was good shall be good, with for evil so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.

Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe, all were for me, in the kiss of one girl.

O woman-country! wooed not wed, Loved all the more by earth's male-lands, Laid to their hearts instead.

Twere too absurd to slight For the hereafter the todays delight!