Me Howling Blasts Drive Devious, Tempest-tossed, /

I Pity Them Greatly, But I Must Be Mum, For How Could We Do Without Sugar And Rum?

Ceremony Leads Her Bigots Forth, Prepared To Fight For Shadows Of No Worth. While Truths, On Which Eternal Things Depend, Can Hardly Find A Single Friend.

Blind Unbelief Is Sure To Err, And Scan His Work In Vain; God Is His Own Interpreter, And He Will Make It Plain.

They Whom Truth And Wisdom Lead, Can Gather Honey From A Weed.

I Have A Kitten,the Drollest Of All Creatures That Ever Wore A Cat's Skin.