Critics! Those Cut-throat Bandits In The Paths

My Son, These Maxims Make A Rule An Lump Them Ay Thegither: The Rigid Righteous Is A Fool, The Rigid Wise Anither.

Wee, Sleekit, Cowrin, Tim'rous Beastie, O, What A Panic's In Thy Breastie!

Suspense Is Worst Than Disappointment.

God Knows, I'm No The Thing I Should Be, Nor Am I Even The Thing I Could Be.

The Voice Of Nature Loudly Cries,and Many A Message From The Skies,that Something In Us Never Dies.