It Is Only Rogues Who Feel The

We Work And That Is Godlike.

Ah! Soul Of Mine! Ah! Soul Of Mine! Thy Sluggish Senses Are But Bars That Stand Between Thee And The Stars, And Shut Thee From The World Divine.

It Is Only Rogues Who Feel The Restraints Of Law.

God Be Thanked That There Are Some In The World To Whose Hearts The Barnacles Will Not Cling.

Life Always Take On The Character Of Its Motive.