Other Bards I envy not — Room there is for all, God wot — All I ask is room for me On the top branch of the tree. - Victor Daley

Life is a web with many broken ends: Then why, O friend, be sad?
Good is not near so good as it pretends; Bad is not half so bad.

I make or mar. My daring hand
Explores the entrails of the land,
And finds, beneath a greasy hat,
An Austral Homer at Cow Flat.

I do not crave the boon Of Immortality;
I do not want the moon, Nor yet the rainbow's key.I do not yearn for wings, Or fins to swim the sea;
I merely want the things That are not good for me.