Old Politicians Chew On Wisdom Past, And

A Field Of Glory Is A Field For All.

To Endeavor To Work Upon The Vulgar With Fine Sense Is Like Attempting To Hew Blocks With A Razor.

See Plastic Nature Working To This End, The Single Atoms Each To Other Tend, Attract, Attracted To, The Next In Place Form'd And Impell'd Its Neighbor To Embrace.

Virtue, I Grant You, Is An Empty Boast; But Shall The Dignity Of Vice Be Lost?

The Doubtful Beam Long Nods From Side To Side.