Not Grace, Or Zeal, Love Only Was

The Worst Of Madmen Is A Saint Run Mad.

The Blest To-day Is As Completely So, As Who Began A Thousand Years Ago.

Old Men, For The Most Part, Are Like Old Chronicles That Give You Dull But True Accounts Of Times Past, And Are Worth Knowing Only On That Score.

And More Than Echoes Talk Along The Walls.

No Creature Smarts So Little As A Fool.