However Exquisitely Human Nature May Have Been

Conscience - The Only Incorruptible Thing About Us.

Dignity And Love Were Never Yet Boon Companions.

Yes, I Had Two Strings To My Bow; Both Golden Ones, Egad! And Both Cracked.

Wicked Companions Invite Us To Hell.

It Is With Jealousy As With The Gout. When Such Distempers Are In The Blood, There Is Never Any Security Against Their Breaking Out, And That Often On The Slightest Occasions, And When Least Suspected.