Be Thou What Thou Singly Art And

The Heart Of Man Is The Place The Devil Dwells In; I Feel Sometimes A Hell Within Myself.

The Discourses Of The Table Among True Loving Friends Are Held In Strict Silence.

What Song The Syrens Sang, Or What Name Achilles Assumed When He Hid Himself Among Women, Though Puzzling Questions, Are Not Beyond All Conjecture.

Forcible Ways Make Not An End Of Evil, But Leave Hatred And Malice Behind Them.

Be Thou What Thou Singly Art And Personate Only Thyself. Swim Smoothly In The Stream Of Thy Nature And Live But One Man.