It Is One Of The Blessings Of

Society Does Not Love Its Unmaskers.

The Hand That Rounded Peter's Dome, And Groined The Aisles Of Christian Rome, Wrought In A Sad Sincerity; Himself From God He Could Not Free; He Builded Better Than He Knew: The Conscious Stone To Beauty Grew.

Nature Never Wears A Mean Appearance. Neither Does The Wisest Man Extort Her Secret, And Lose His Curiosity By Finding Out All Her Perfection.

What You Do Speaks So Loud That I Cannot Hear What You Say.

Headwinds Are Sore Vexations And The More Passengers The Sorer.