If We Are True To Ourselves, We

There's No Art To Find The Mind's Construction In The Face.

It Is The Bright Day That Brings Forth The Adder, And That Craves Wary Walking.

If I Can Catch Him Once Upon The Hip, I Will Feed Fat The Ancient Grudge I Bear Him.

I Thank God I Am As Honest As Any Man Living That Is An Old Man And No Honester Than I.

All Things Are Ready, If Our Mind Be So.