There Is A Mercy Which Is Weakness,

I Shall Do Everything It Becomes Me To Do.

... When One's Outward Lot Is Perfect, The Sense Of Inward Imperfection Is The More Pressing.

It's Easy Finding Reasons Why Other Folks Should Be Patient.

Shall We, Because We Walk On Our Hind Feet, Assume To Ourselves Only The Privilege Of Imperishability?

The Human Soul Is Hospitable, And Will Entertain Conflicting Sentiments And Contradictory Opinions With Much Impartiality.