The Good I Stand On Is My

What My Tongue Dares Not That My Heart Shall Say

My Free Drift Halts Not Particularly, But Moves Itself In A Wide Sea Of Wax; No Levelled Malice Infects One Comma In The Course I Hold, But Flies An Eagle Flight, Bold And Forth On, Leaving No Tract Behind.

Now Let It Work. Mischief, Thou Art Afoot. Take Thou What Course Thou Wilt.

I Have Heard It Said There Is An Art Which In Their Piedness Shares With Great Creating Nature.

A Man May See How This World Goes With No Eyes. Look With Thine Ears: See How Yond Justice Rails Upon Yon Simple Thief. Hark, In Thine Ear: Change Places; And, Handy-dandy, Which Is The Justice, Which Is The Thief?