In Things That Are Tender And Unpleasing,

There Is A Cunning Which We In England Call The Rning Of The Cat In The Pan.

Truth Is A Naked And Open Daylight

I Don't Believe Art Is Available; It's Rare And Curious And Should Be Completely Isolated; One Is More Aware Of Its Magic The More It Is Isolated.

Men Of Noble Birth Are Noted To Be Envious Towards New Men When They Rise. For The Distance Is Altered, And It Is Like A Deceit Of The Eye, That When Others Come On They Think Themselves Go Back.

Who Then To Frail Mortality Shall Trust But Limns The Water, Or But Writes In Dust.