For All Have Not The Gift Of

We By Art Unteach What Nature Taught.

Love Taught Him Shame, And Shame With Love At Strife Soon Taught The Sweet Civilities Of Life.

Whistling To Keep Myself From Being Afraid.

Time Glides With Undiscover'd Haste; The Future But A Length Behind The Past.

No King Nor Nation One Moment Can Retard The Appointed Hour.