Truth Is Truth Howe'er It Strike.

Praise Is Deeper Than The Lips

A Whole I Planned, Youth Shows But Half; Trust God: See All, Nor Be Afraid!

It Was Roses, Roses, All The Way, With Myrtle Mixed In My Path Like Mad.

The Lie Was Dead And Damned, And Truth Stood Up Instead.

In Heaven I Yearn For Knowledge, Account All Else Inanity; On Earth I Confess An Itch For The Praise Of Fools - That's Vanity