A Man In Armour Is His Armour's

A Man In Armour Is His Armour's Slave.

It Is The Glory And Good Of Art, That Art Remains The One Way Possible Of Speaking Truth, To Mouths Like Mine At Least.

Lost, Lost! One Moment Knelled The Woe Of Years.

All's Love, Yet All's Law.

God's Justice, Tardy Though It Prove Perchance, Rests Never On The Track Until It Reach Delinquency.