He who did well in war just earns the right, To begin doing well in peace.
Death: the grand perhaps.
To me at least was never evening yet, but seemed far beautifuller than its day.
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.
Sappho survives, because we sing her songs; And Eschylus, because we read his plays!
Shakespeare was of us, Milton was of us, Burns, Shelley, were with us. They watch from their graves!