Truth - Is As Old As God-.

An Altered Look About The Hills; A Tyrian Light The Village Fills; A Wider Sunrise In The Dawn; A Deeper Twilight On The Lawn; A Print Of A Vermilion Foot; A Purple Finger On The Slope; A Flippant Fly Upon The Pane; A Spider At His Trade Again; An Added Strut In Chanticleer; A Flower Expected Everywhere.

The Crime, From Us, Is Hidden, [though] He Is Presumed To Know.

I Do Not Like The Man Who Squanders Life For Fame; Give Me The Man Who Living Makes A Name.

My Friends Are My Estate.

A Deed Knocks First At Thought And Then - It Knocks At Will - That Is The Manufacturing Spot.