Truth Needs Not Flowers Of Speech.

All Seems Infected That Th' Infected Spy, As All Looks Yellow To The Jaundiced Eye.

When We Are Young, We Are Slavishly Employed In Procuring Something Whereby We May Live Comfortably When We Grow Old; And When We Are Old, We Perceive It Is Too Late To Live As We Proposed.

To The Elysian Shades Dismiss My Soul, Where No Carnation Fades.

Destroy All Creatures For Thy Sport Or Gust, Yet Cry, If Man's Unhappy, God's Unjust.

One Thought Of Thee Puts All The Pomp To Flight; Priests, Tapers, Temples, Swim Before My Sight.