I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence.
How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!
When was ever honey made with one bee in a hive?
Gold! gold! gold! gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold!
There are three things which the public will always clamour for, sooner or later; namely: novelty, novelty, novelty.
Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.