He Who Fights And Runs Away May

Thus 'tis With All; Their Chief And Constant Care Is To Seem Everything But What They Are.

Such Dainties To Them, Their Health It Might Hurt; It 's Like Sending Them Ruffles When Wanting A Shirt.

The Premises Being Thus Settled, I Proceed To Observe That The Concatenation Of Self-existence, Proceeding In A Reciprocal Duplicate Ratio, Naturally Produces A Problematical Dialogism, Which In Some Measure Proves That The Essence Of Spirituality May Be Referred To The Second Predicable.

No Vernal Blooms Their Torpid Rocks Array, But Winter Lingering Chills The Lap Of May; No Zephyr Fondly Sues The Mountain's Breast, But Meteors Glare, And Stormy Glooms Invest.

Paltry Affectation, Strained Allusions, And Disgusting Finery Are Easily Attained By Those Who Choose To Wear Them; They Are But Too Frequently The Badges Of Ignorance Or Of Stupidity, Whenever It Would Endeavor To Please.