The Dignity Of Truth Is Lost With

How Near To Good Is What Is Fair!

A Lily Of A Day Is Fairer Far In May, Although It Fall And Die That Night, It Was The Plant And Flower Of Light. In Small Proportions We Just Beauties See, And In Short Measures Life May Perfect Be.

Confound These Ancestors... They've Stolen Our Best Ideas!

The Way To Rise Is To Obey And Please.

The Day For Whose Returns, And Many, All These Pray; And So Do I.