Critics Are Like Brushers Of Noblemen's Clothes.

Better Never Begin Than Never Make An End.

How Wide Is All This Long Pretense! There Is In Love A Sweetness Ready Penned, Copy Out Only That, And Save Expense.

Such A Saint, Such An Offering.

The Devil Divides The World Between Atheism And Superstition.

A Broken Altar, Lord, Thy Servant Rears, Made Of A Heart, And Cemented With Tears.