. . .Beware the silent one of an assembly! Beyond a plot of flowers, a gold-green meadow dipped to a ridge Bitten hard at experience, and know the value of a tooth Borrower to be dancing on Fortune's tight-rope above the old abyss Botched mendings will only make them worse Bound to assure everybody at table he was perfectly happy Bounds of his intelligence closed their four walls Boys, of course—but men, too! Boys are unjust Boys who can appreciate brave deeds are capable of doing them Braggadocioing in deeds is only next bad to mouthing it Brains will beat Grim Death if we have enough of them Brief negatives are not re-assuring to a lover's uneasy mind British hunger for news; second only to that for beef Brittle is foredoomed Brotherhood among the select who wear masks instead of faces But I leave it to you But a woman must now and then ingratiate herself But great, powerful London—the new universe to her spir. . . Read More