Like Madness, Is The Glory Of This

Virtue Itself Turns Vice, Being Misapplied, And Vice Sometime By Action Dignified.

Let Us, Like Merchants, Show Our Foulest Wares, And Think Perchance They'll Sell; If Not, The Lustre Of The Better Yet To Show Shall Show The Better.

Piece Out Our Imperfections With Your Thoughts.

The Best Is Yet To Come.

Many Dream Not To Find, Neither Deserve, And Yet Are Steeped In Favors.