Hate Pollutes The Mind.

What: Is The Jay More Precious Than The Lark Because His Feathers Are More Beautiful?

O Father Abram, What These Christians Are, Whose Own Hard Dealing Teaches Them Suspect The Thoughts Of Others!

As In A Theatre, The Eyes Of Men, After A Well-graced Actor Leaves The Stage, Are Idly Bent On Him That Enters Next.

To You Your Father Should Be As A God.

Mechanic Slaves With Greasy Aprons, Rules, And Hammers, Shall Uplift Us To The View.