Faith Goes Out Through The Window When

But From The Hoop's Bewitching Round, Her Very Shoe Has Power To Wound.

Can't I Another's Face Commend, Or To Her Virtues Be A Friend, But Instantly Your Forehead Louers, As If Her Merit Lessen'd Yours?

All Moral Laws Are Merely Statements That Certain Kinds Of Actions Will Have Good Effects.

'tis Now The Summer Of Your Youth: Time Has Not Cropped The Roses From Your Cheek, Though Sorrow Long Has Washed Them.

If I Am Asked 'what Is Good?' My Answer Is That Good Is Good, And That Is The End Of The Matter.