Let The Straight-limbed Laugh At The Club-footed,

Trust Not To Outward Show. [lat., Fronti Nulla Fides.]

Seldom Do People Discern Eloquence Under A Threadbare Cloak

Autumn Is The Harvest Of Greedy Death.

Trust Me No Tortures Which The Poets Feign Can Match The Fierce Unutterable Pain He Feels, Who Night And Day Devoid Of Rest Carries His Own Accuser In His Breast.

See The Effect Of Commercial Intercourse.