Blume / Flower Falten / Wrinkles Schönheit / Beauty Verschlingen / Devour Welche / Which Wille / Will
I have started that which the country will not willingly let die.
Who would not give up wit for power and beauty?
I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections, Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling, Or just after.
He will win who knows when to fight and when not to fight.
I have ideas that I will probably never write now.
I wish my friends at William Morris Endeavor all the best.
This whole world is wild at heart and weird on top.
For, when with beauty we can virtue join, We paint the semblance of a form divine.
Wrinkles will only go where the smiles have been.
