Few Things Surpass Old Wine; And They

Oh, Christ! It Is A Goodly Sight To See What Heaven Hath Done For This Delicious Land!

If I Am Fool, It Is, At Least, A Doubting One; And I Envy No One The Certainty Of His Self-approved Wisdom.

But There Are Wanderers O'er Eternity Whose Bark Drives On And On, And Anchor'd Ne'er Shall Be.

Man Is Born Passionate Of Body, But With An Innate Though Secret Tendency To The Love Of Good In His Main-spring Of Mind. But God Help Us All! It Is At Present A Sad Jar Of Atoms.

Why Do They Call Me Misanthrope? Because They Hate Me, Not I Them.