As A Man Is, So He Sees.

This Life's Dim Windows Of The Soul Distorts The Heavens From Pole To Pole And Leads You To Believe A Lie When You See With, Not Through, The Eye.

Can I See A Falling Tear, And Not Feel My Sorrow's Share?

A Dog Starved At His Master's Gate Predicts The Ruin Of The State.

General Good Is The Plea Of The Scoundrel, Hypocite, Flatterer.

[l]et Light Rise From The Chambers Of The East, And Bring The Honey'd Dew That Cometh On Waking Day. O Radiant Morning.