There Is No Flesh In Man's Obdurate

He That Attends To His Interior Self, That Has A Heart, And Keeps It; Has A Mind That Hungers, And Supplies It; And Who Seeks A Social, Not A Dissipated Life, Has Business.

Riches Have Wings, And Grandeur Is A Dream.

And In That Hour, The Seeds Of Cruelty, That Since Have Swell'd To Such Gigantic And Enormous Growth, Were Sown In Human Nature's Fruitful Soil. Hence Date The Persecution And The Pain That Man Inflicts On All Inferior Kinds, Regardless Of Their Plaints.

But Still Remember, If You Mean To Please, To Press Your Point With Modesty And Ease.

No Wild Enthusiast Could Rest, Till Half The World Like Him Was Possessed.