Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth, This autumn morning! How he sets his bones To bask i' the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet. From the ripple to run over in its mirth
A man in armor is his armor's slave.
The curious crime, the fine Felicity and flower of wickedness.
Ah, love, - you are my unutterable blessing.....I am in full sunshine now.
But facts are facts and flinch not.
Women hate a debt as men a gift.