Justice Is The Crowning Glory Of The

The Freedom Of Poetic License.

The Eyes Like Sentinel Occupy The Highest Place In The Body.

I Cheerfully Quit From Life As If It Were An Inn, Not A Home; For Nature Has Given Us A Hostelry In Which To Sojourn, Not To Abide.

The Cultivation Of The Mind Is A Kind Of Food Supplied For The Soul Of Man.

Softly! Softly! I Want None But The Judges To Hear Me. The Jews Have Already Gotten Me Into A Fine Mess, As They Have Many Other Gentleman. I Have No Desire To Furnish Further Grist For Their Mills.