Praises Reap Not! Joys Laugh Not! Sorrows

A Skylark Wounded In The Wing, / A Cherubim Does Cease To Sing.

We Are Led To Believe A Lie When We See Not Through The Eye.

Since The French Revolution Englishmen Are All Intermeasurable One By Another, Certainly A Happy State Of Agreement To Which I Forone Do Not Agree.

Mans Desires Are Limited By His Perceptions; None Can Desire What He Has Not Perceived.

What Is Grand Is Necessarily Obscure To Weak Men. That Which Can Be Made Explicit To The Idiot Is Not Worth My Care.