Thus Hath The Candle Sing'd The Moth.

Reputation Is An Idle And Most False Imposition; Oft Got Without Merit, And Lost Without Deserving.

It Is Not Night When I Do See Your Face, Therefore I Think I Am Not In The Night; Nor Doth This Wood Lack Worlds Of Company, For You In My Respect Are All The World: Then How Can It Be Said I Am Alone, When All The World Is Here To Look On Me?

Love Asks Me No Questions, And Gives Me Endless Support.

That Is Not The Best Sermon Which Makes The Hearers Go Away Talking To One Another And Praising The Speaker, But Which Makes Them Go Away Thoughtful And Serious, And Hastening To Be Alone.

Time, That Takes Survey Of All The World, Must Have A Stop.