The Bitter Past, More Welcome Is The

Conscience Is But A Word That Cowards Use, Devised At First To Keep The Strong In Awe

And He Goes Through Life, His Mouth Open, And His Mind Closed.

Let No Such Man Be Trusted.

He Doth Nothing But Talk Of His Horses.

In Sweet Music Is Such Art: Killing Care And Grief Of Heart Fall Asleep, Or Hearing, Die.