A Wise Man Needes Not Blush For

Science Stands, A Too Competant Servant, Behind Her Wrangling Underbred Masters, Holding Out Resources, Devices, And Remedies They Are Too Stupid To Use. ... And On Its Material Side, A Modern Utopia Must Needs Present These Gifts As Taken.

Though Punishment Be Slow, Still It Comes.

Curtesie On One Side Only Lasts Not Long.

Were There No Fooles, Badd Ware Would Not Passe.

Listen, Sweet Dove, Unto My Song, And Spread Thy Golden Wings In Me; Hatching My Tender Heart So Long, Till It Get Wing, And Flie Away With Thee.