Foul Whisperings Are Abroad

He Draweth Out The Thread Of His Verbosity Finer Than The Staple Of His Argument.

Bow, Stubborn Knees, And, Heart With Strings Of Steel, Be Soft As Sinews Of The New-born Babe. All Many Be Well.

There's No Art To Find The Mind's Construction In The Face.

"fair, Kind, And True" Is All My Argument, "fair, Kind, And True" Varying To Other Words; And In This Change Is My Invention Spent, Three Themes In One, Which Wondrous Scope Affords.

The Better Part Of Valor Is Discretion, In The Which Better Part I Have Saved My Life.