O, What A Goodly Outside Falsehood Hath!

The Sight Of Lovers Feedeth Those In Love.

Condemn The Fault And Not The Actor Of It?

Flout 'em, And Scout 'em; And Scout 'em, And Flout 'em; / Thought Is Free.

O Momentary Grace Of Mortal Men, Which We More Hunt For Than The Grace Of God!

Care Keeps His Watch In Every Old Man’s Eye, And Where Care Lodges, Sleep Will Never Lie.