All Men's Faces Are True, Whatsome'er Their

Rich Gifts Wax Poor When Givers Prove Unkind.

The Hideous God Of War.

A Smile Cures The Wounding Of A Frown.

O Ceremony, Show Me But Thy Worth? What Is Thy Soul Of Adoration? Art Thou Aught Else But Place, Degree, And Form, Creating Awe And Fear In Other Men?

Comets Importing Change Of Times And States, Brandish Your Crystal Tresses In The Sky And With Them Scourge The Bad Revolting Stars.