Give The Devil His Due.

By The Streets Of 'by And By,' One Arrives At The House Of 'never'.

Let Everyone Turn Himself Around, And Look At Home, And He Will Find Enough To Do.

In Short, Virtue Cannot Live Where Envy Reigns, Nor Liberality Subsist With Niggardliness.

I Find My Familiarity With Thee Has Bred Contempt.

The Poet May Say Or Sing, Not As Things Were, But As They Ought To Have Been; But The Historian Must Pen Them, Not As They Ought To Have Been, But As They Really Were.