Good Is Not Good, Unless A Thousand

And Swear No Where Lives A Woman True, And Fair.

To Roam Giddily, And Be Everywhere But At Home, Such Freedom Doth A Banishment Become.

That Which Attempts To Elevate The Ugly To The Level Of Beauty Becomes Neither; But An Obscenity.

Our Faults Are Not Seen, But Past Us; Neither Felt, But Only In The Punishment.

Thy Face Is Mine Eye, And Mine Is Thine.