As Is Your Sort Of Mind, So

But There Are Times When Patience Proves At Fault.

The Sad Rhyme Of The Men Who Proudly Clung To Their First Fault, And Withered In Their Pride.

Still More Labyrinthine Buds The Rose.

Hatred And Cark And Care, What Place Have They / In Yon Blue Liberality Of Heaven?.

There Are Those Who Believe Something, And Therefore Will Tolerate Nothing; And On The Other Hand, Those Who Tolerate Everything, Because They Believe Nothing.