Prose And Poetry Are As Different As

When Receiving An Order, Many Servants Repeat Their "yes" Numerous Times, Especially The Lazy Ones.

There Shall Be No Slave In Your Home, Male Or Female: Least Of All The Mother Of Your Son.

Piety Is The Fermentation Of The Forming Mind And The Putrefaction Of The Disintegrating One.

Our Poetry Emulates The Recent Progress In Military Strategy: Our Army's Strength Is The Foot Soldiers.

People Of Talent Resemble A Musical Instrument More Closely Than They Do A Musician. Without Outside Help, They Produce Not A Single Sound, But Given Even The Slightest Touch, And A Magnificent Tune Emanates From Them.