Where Might Is Mixed With Wit, There

Much Suspected By Me, Nothing Proved Can Be

I Cannot Find It In Me To Fear A Man Who Took Ten Years A Learning Of His Alphabet.

Fear Not, We Are Of The Nature Of The Lion, And Cannot Descend To The Destruction Of Mice And Such Small Beasts.

Where Minds Differ And Opinions Swerve There Is Scant A Friend In That Company.

I Have No Desire To Make Windows Into Men's Souls.