Then some sand wedges—loose-handed flop shots, cut shots, back in stance, forward in stance, different kinds of lies in the sand bunker.

“The primrose, the spring’s own spouse; Bright day’s eyes, and the lips of cows; The garden star, the queen of May, The rose to crown the holiday— Rain roses still: Bring corn, flax, tulips, and Adonis’ flower, Flower-gentle, and the fair-haired hyacinth, Bring gladdest myrtle, With spikenard weaved, and marjorum between; And starred with yellow-golds and meadows’ green— The breath thereof Panchaia may envy, The colors China, and the light the sky.

Keep a watch upon the particular bias which nature has fixed in their minds, that it may not draw too much.

an internal remedy