After a debauch of thunder-shower, the weather takes the pledge and signs it with a rainbow.
The man who suspects his own tediousness is yet to be born.
What probing deep Has ever solved the mystery of sleep?
What is lovely never dies, but passes into other loveliness, Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air.
The ocean moans over dead men's bones.
When friends are at your hearthside met, Sweet courtesy has done its most If you have made each guest forget That he himself is not the host.