When was ever honey made with one bee in a hive?
Extremes meet', as the whiting said with its tail in its mouth.
I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence.
The biggest bore of all is he who is overflowing with congratulations
Bells are musics laughter.
No sun, no moon, no morn, no noon, No dawn, no dusk, no proper time of day, . . . . . . No road, no street, no t' other side the way, . . . . . . No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no buds.