The Silence Often Of Pure Innocence Persuades

More Matter With Less Art.

The Undeserver May Sleep When The Man Of Action Is Called On.

But Whate'er You Are That In This Desert Inaccessible, Under The Shade Of Melancholy Boughs, Lose And Neglect The Creeping Hours Of Time; If You Have Ever Looked On Better Days, If Ever Been Where Bells Knoll'd To Church, If Ever Sat At Any Good Man's Feast, If Ever From Your Eyelids Wiped A Tear, And Know What 'tis To Pity And Be Pitied, Let Gentleness My Strong Enforcement Be. . . .

Don't Judge A Man's Conscience By Looking At His Face Cause He May Have A Bad Heart.

Ready To Go But Never To Return.