“Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter: therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone. Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!” PlaySpiritSongWinningGoalHeardTreeYouthSweetLoversKissingFairsEarsSensualBlissGrievingToneMelodyFadesPipeUnheardOld Love Author:John Keats
“How vainly men themselves amaze To win the palm, the oak, or bays; And their uncessant labours see Crown'd from some single herb or tree. Whose short and narrow verged shade Does prudently their toils upbraid; While all flow'rs and all trees do close To weave the garlands of repose.” MenDoeWinningTreeFlowLabourShadeCrownsToilPalmsHerbsOaksReposeGarlandsUpbraid Author:Andrew Marvell
“I said to them last week that I'd like them to win ugly and they certainly won ugly today. That was the ugliest thing I've seen since the ugly sisters fell out of the ugly tree.” SaidTodayLastsWinningTreeWeekFootballUglyManagersSoccerChairman Author:Terry Butcher