Shame Is Pride's Cloak.

A Dog Starved At His Master's Gate Predicts The Ruin Of The State.

God Appears, And God Is Light, To Those Poor Souls Who Dwell In Night; But Does A Human Form Display To Those Who Dwell In Realms Of Day.

Can I See A Falling Tear, And Not Feel My Sorrow's Share?

The Fields From Islington To Marybone, To Primrose Hill And Saint John's Wood, Were Builded Over With Pillars Of Gold; And There Jerusalem's Pillars Stood.

Thou Art A Man God Is No More Thy Own Humanity Learn To Adore