The Path Is Smooth That Leadeth On

Like Patience Gazing On Kings' Graves, And Smiling Extremity Out Of Act.

Get Thee Glass Eyes, And Like A Scurvy Politician, Seem To See The Things Thou Dost Not.

When Love Begins To Sicken And Decay It Uses An Enforced Ceremony.

Whatever Praises Itself But In The Deed, Devours The Deed In The Praise.

What The Great Ones Do, The Less Will Prattle Of