Eke Wonder Last But Nine Deies Never

The Life So Brief, The Art So Long In The Learning, The Attempt So Hard, The Conquest So Sharp, The Fearful Joy That Ever Slips Away So Quickly - By All This I Mean Love, Which So Sorely Astounds My Feeling With Its Wondrous Operation, That When I Think Upon It I Scarce Know Whether I Wake Or Sleep.

. . . If Gold Rust, What Then Will Iron Do?/ For If A Priest Be Foul In Whom We Trust/ No Wonder That A Common Man Should Rust. . . .

Nowhere So Busy A Man As He There Was And Yet He Seemed Busier Than He Was.

And So It Is In Politics, Dear Brother, Each For Himself Alone, There Is No Other.

The Guilty Think All Talk Is Of Themselves.