The Coward's Weapon, Poison.

O Great Corrector Of Enormous Times, Shaker Of O'er-rank States, Thou Grand Decider Of Dusty And Old Titles, That Healest With Blood The Earth When It Is Sick, And Curest The World O' The Pleurisy Of People.

Speak Boldly And Speak Truly, Shame The Devil.

That Soul That Can Be Honest Is The Only Perfect Man.

Weep No More, Nor Sigh, Nor Groan, Sorrow Calls No Time That 's Gone; Violets Plucked, The Sweetest Rain Makes Not Fresh Nor Grow Again.

Ask How To Live? Write, Write, Write, Anything; The World's A Fine Believing World, Write News.