With Every Anguish Of Our Earthly Part

Who Speaks The Truth Stabs Falsehood To The Heart.

Old Gold Has A Civilizing Virtue Which New Gold Must Grow Old To Be Capable Of Secreting.

It Is Right Precious To Behold The First Long Surf Of Climbing Light Flood All The Thirsty East With Gold.

Borrowed Garments Never Keep One Warm.

The Green Grass Floweth Like A Stream Into The Oceans's Blue.