The One Thing Finished In This Hasty

Aspiration Sees Only One Side Of Every Question; Possession Many.

An Appeal To The Reason Of The People Has Never Been Known To Fail In The Long Run.

Some Kind Of Pace May Be Got Out Of The Eeriest Jade By The Near Prospect Of Oats; But The Thoroughbred Has The Spur In His Blood.

For Only By Unlearning Wisdom Comes.

All That Hath Been Majestical In Life Or Death, Since Time Began, Is Native In The Simple Heart Of All, The Angel Heat Of Man.