When We Leave This World, And Are

Blessed Be He Who Invented Sleep, A Cloak That Covers All A Man's Thoughts.

No Fathers Or Mothers Think Their Own Children Ugly; And This Self-deceit Is Yet Stronger With Respect To The Offspring Of The Mind.

Be A Terror To The Butchers, That They May Be Fair In Their Weight; And Keep Hucksters And Fraudulent Dealers In Awe, For The Same Reason.

Give The Devil His Due.

The Poet May Say Or Sing, Not As Things Were, But As They Ought To Have Been; But The Historian Must Pen Them, Not As They Ought To Have Been, But As They Really Were.