Knavery's Plain Face Is Never Seen Till

Fie, Fie, How Frantically I Square My Talk!

This Goodly Frame, The Earth, Seems To Me A Sterile Promontory.

And He Goes Through Life, His Mouth Open, And His Mind Closed.

And Yet,to Say The Truth, Reason And Love Keep Little Company Together Nowadays.

Lilies That Fester Smell Far Worse Than Weeds.