Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
Robert Browning
Goodnight everyone, sleep well.
He had a way with words
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Boadicea's Chariot 
Night night Mr Zen, sleep well.
I’ve been needled, in more ways than one. See you tomorrow 🙂
Hope it settles overnight, Val.
Goodnight, old son. Sleep well.
Thanks Zen, night.
He certainly did have a way with words, though not always the right way as can be seen here in this extract from Pippa Passes.
But at night, brother Howlet, far over the woods,
Toll the world to thy chantry;
Sing to the bats’ sleek sisterhoods
Full complines with gallantry:
Then, owls and bats, cowls and twats,
Monks and nuns, in a cloister’s moods,
Adjourn to the oak-stump pantry!
Poor man, I bet he was never able to live that down.
His Lizzie was a superior rhymster, IMHO.
His volume, Men and Women, has given me endless enjoyment – especially ‘Bishop Blougram’s Apology.’