B.W. Procter Quotes
No.	Quotation	Subject
1	The moaning winds of autumn sang their song.	Wind
2	Through the black night and driving rain A ship is struggling, all in vain, To live upon the stormy main;-- Miserere Domine!	Sea
3	March! A cloudy stream is flowing, And a hard, steel blast is blowing; Bitterer now than I remember Ever to have felt or seen, In the depths of drear December, When the white doth hide the green.	Spring
4	The heart!--Yes, I wore it As sign and as token Of a love that once gave it, A vow that was spoken; But a love, and a vow, and a heart, Can be broken.	Inconstancy
5	Oh! what delight can a mortal lack, When he once is firm on his horse's back, With his stirrups short, and his snaffle strong, And the blast of the horn for his morning song!	Hunting
6	There's not a wind but whispers of thy name.	Absence
7	Row us forth! Unfurl thy sail! What care we for tempest blowing? Let us kiss the blustering gale! Let us breast the waters flowing! Though the North rush cold and loud, Love shall warm and make us merry; Though the waves all weave a shroud, We will dare the Humber ferry!	Boating

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