One May Smile, And Smile, And Be

A Loud Laugh Bespeaks A Vacant Mind!

Lord, Lord, How This World Is Given To Lying!

To Fear The Foe, Since Fear Oppresseth Strength, Gives, In Your Weakness, Strength Unto Your Foe, And So Your Follies Fight Against Yourself. Fear, And Be Slain--so Worse Can Come To Fight; And Fight And Die Is Death Destroying Death, Where Fearing Dying Pays Death Servile Breath.

When Sorrows Come, They Come Not Single Spies, But In Battalions.

Time Shall Unfold What Plaited Cunning Hides: Who Cover Faults, At Last Shame Them Derides.