The Strength Of Criticism Lies In The

Never Idle A Moment, But Thrifty And Thoughtful Of Others.

There's Nothing Fair Nor Beautiful, But Takes Something From Thee, That Makes It Beautiful.

In The Elder Days Of Art Builders Wrought With Greatest Care Each Minute And Unseen Part, For The Gods Are Everywhere

And The Bright Faces Of My Young Companions Are Wrinkled Like My Own, Or Are No More.

In The Mouths Of Many Men Soft Words Are Like Roses That Soldiers Put Into The Muzzles Of Their Muskets On Holidays.