The Truly Valiant Dare Everything But Doing

The Scourge Of Life, And Death's Extreme Disgrace, The Smoke Of Hell,--that Monster Called Paine.

With How Sad Steps, O Moon, Thou Climb'st The Skies! How Silently, And With How Wan A Face!

The Observances Of The Church Concerning Feasts And Fasts Are Tolerably Well Kept, Since The Rich Keep The Feasts And The Poor The Fasts.

Open Suspecting Of Others Comes Of Secretly Condemning Ourselves.

Like The Air-invested Heron, Great Persons Should Conduct Themselves; And The Higher They Be, The Less They Should Show.