Truth that peeps Over the glass's edge when dinner's done.

Pippa's Song The year's at the spring The day's at the morn Morning's at seven, The Hill side's dew-pearled The lark's on the wing The snail's on the thorn God's in his heaven- All's right with the world

Ever judge of men by their professions. For though the bright moment of promising is but a moment, and cannot be prolonged, yet if sincere in its moment's extravagant goodness, why, trust it, and know the man by it, I say,- not by his performance; which is half the world's work, interfere as the world needs must with its accidents and circumstances: the profession was purely the man's own. I judge people by what they might be,- not are, nor will be.

Where the heart lies, let the brain lie also.

One wise man's verdict outweighs all the fools'.

Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure this eve, How my face, your flower, had pursed It's petals up.

There's a new tribunal now higher than God's -The educated man's!