My Crown Is Called Content, A Crown

There's Neither Honesty, Manhood, Nor Good Fellowship In Thee.

Slander, Whose Whisper Over The World's Diameter, As Level As The Cannon To Its Blank, Transports Its Poisoned Shot.

If I For My Opinion Bleed, Opinion Shall Be Surgeon To My Hurt, And Keep Me On The Side Where Still I Am.

Wishers Were Ever Fools.

Virtue Is Bold, And Goodness Never Fearful.