To So Perverse A Sex All Grace

I Saw Myself The Lambent Easy Light Gild The Brown Horror, And Dispel The Night.

He Who Would Search For Pearls Must Dive Below.

Light Sufferings Give Us Leisure To Complain.

Even Kings But Play; And When Their Part Is Done, Some Other, Worse Or Better, Mounts The Throne.

A Narrow Mind Begets Obstinacy; We Do Not Easily Believe What We Cannot See.