Policy Sits Above Conscience.

I See That The Fashion Wears Out More Apparel Than The Man.

Nature Does Require Her Time Of Preservation, Which Perforce, I Her Frail Son Amongst My Brethren Mortal, Must Give My Attendance To.

And Where Two Raging Fires Meet Together, They Do Consume The Thing That Feeds Their Fury.

Think, When We Talk Of Horses, That You See Them Printing Their Proud Hoofs I' The Receiving Earth.

Some Rise By Sin, And Some By Virtue Fall.