Thriftless Ambition, That Wilt Ravin Up Thine

Not Stepping Over The Bounds Of Modesty.

Diseased Nature Oftentimes Breaks Forth In Strange Eruptions.

. . . Nothing In His Life Became Him Like The Leaving It; He Died As One That Had Been Studied In His Death To Throw Away The Dearest Thing He Owed, As 'twere A Careless Trifle.

Bid The Dishonest Man Mend Himself; If He Mend, He Is No Longer Dishonest.

For I Have Neither Wit, Nor Words, Nor Worth, Action, Nor Utterance, Nor The Power Of Speech, To Stir Men's Blood: I Only Speak Right On; I Tell You That Which You Yourselves Do Know.