A Man In Armor Is His Armor's

Needs There Groan A World In Anguish Just To Teach Us Sympathy?

We Shall March Prospering,-not Thro' His Presence; Songs May Inspirit Us,-not From His Lyre; Deeds Will Be Done,-while He Boasts His Quiescence, Still Bidding Crouch Whom The Rest Bade Aspire.

Every One Soon Or Late Comes Round By Rome.

The Aim, If Reached Or Not, Makes Great The Life: Try To Be Shakespeare, Leave The Rest To Fate!

The Candid Incline To Surmise Of Late That The Christian Faith Proves False.