Bees are Black, with Gilt Surcingles--
Buccaneers of Buzz.
Ride abroad in ostentation
And subsist on Fuzz.
Fuzz ordained--not Fuzz contindent--
Marrows of the Hill.
Jugs--a Universe's fracture
Could not jar or spill.
- William Shakespeare So are you to my thoughts as food to life, Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground; And for the peace of you I…
- Emily Dickinson The Soul has Bandaged moments – When too appalled to stir – She feels some ghastly Fright come up And stop to look…
-Don Marquis From “archy and mehitabel,” 1927 boss i went and interviewed the mummy of the egyptian pharaoh in the metropolitan museum…