Towns can be trusted to corrupt themselves.

Fleshless skull from fleshless skull, / Arrogant from beautiful; / Nameless relics of a name:- / I alone abide the same.'

Why you thus welcomed to the height of mistrelsy and mirth.

Singing is such sweet comfort, who, if he could sing the whole year through.

But April always, as I find thee now: / A constant freshness unto me be thou, / And not the ripeness that must soon be sere. / Why should I be Time's dupe, and wish more near

Forsaken love, its last tear shed, / On the lone pillow lays its head, / And all our woes are respited: / Good-night!

Good-night! Now dwindle down and low / The embers of the afterglow, / And slowly over leaf and lawn / In twilight's dewy curtain drawn.

To nurture a garden is to feed not just on the body, but the soul.

The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is to feed not just the body, but the soul.

Tears are Summer showers to the soul.