No One Was Ever Scolded Out Of

Truth Is The Golden Girdle Of The Globe.

The Path Of Sorrow, And That Path Alone, Leads To The Land Where Sorrow Is Unknown.

He That Runs May Read.

Mercy To Him That Shows It, Is The Rule.

How Sweet, How Passing Sweet, Is Solitude! But Grant Me Still A Friend In My Retreat, Whom I May Whisper, Solitude Is Sweet.