There are dealers in pictures named Agnew
Whose soft soap would make an old rag new:
The Father of Lies
With his tail to his eyes
Cries--"Go to it, Tom Agnew, Bill Agnew!'

Thatched hut among the pines, door open near a cliff;
under the cliff, rare flowers surround the terrace.
Who knocks on the bramble gate,
and wakes me from my dream of cranes?
— My friend has come to visit me
through a thousand miles of moonlight.

That thou mayst injure no man, dove-like be,
And serpent-like, that none may injure thee!

That man's a fool who tries by art and skill
To stem the torrent of a woman's will:
For if she will, she will; you may depend on't—
And if she won't, she won't—and there's an end on't.

Though winds blow,
coloring the
autumn bush clover,
my heart is no grass or leaf
that changes hue

That all things should be mine;
This makes his Bounty most Divine.
But that they all more Rich should be,
And far more Brightly shine,
As usd by Me:
It ravisheth my Soul to see the End,
To which this Work so Wonderfull doth tend.

The temples of Mount T'ai greeted the sun in the east;
the source of the Yellow River spoke with heaven in the west.
Late in his reign, his noble plans ran out
and quack wizards took the place of immortals.

Tell them in Lacedaemon, passer-by,
We kept the Spartan code, and here we lie.

Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear,
Go upstairs.
Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear,
Say your prayers.
Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear,
Turn out the light.
Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear,
Say good night.

Take, gentle marble, to thy trust,
And keep untouched this sacred dust:
Grown moist sometimes, that I may see
Thou weep'st in sympathy with me;
And when by him I here shall sleep,
My ashes also safely keep.
And from rude hands preserve us both, until
We rise to Sion Mount from Herndon-Hill.