I Never Saw Any Good That Came

For Secrets Are Edged Tools, And Must Be Kept From Children And From Fools.

…so When The Last And Dreadful Hour This Crumbling Pageant Shall Devour, The Trumpet Shall Be Heard On High, The Dead Shall Live, The Living Die, And Music Shall Untune The Sky

The Trumpet's Loud Clangor Excites Us To Arms.

They Think Too Little Who Talk Too Much.

A Good Conscience Is A Port Which Is Landlocked On Every Side, Where No Winds Can Possibly Invade. There A Man May Not Only See His Own Image, But That Of His Maker, Clearly Reflected From The Undisturbed Waters.