The Eye Altering, Alters All.

Prudence Is A Rich, Ugly, Old Maid Courted By Incapacity.

The Mocker Of Art Is The Mocker Of Jesus.

Does A Firm Persuasion That A Thing Is So, Make It So?

Why Cannot The Ear Be Closed To Its Own Destruction? Or The Glistening Eye To The Poison Of A Smile?

I Asked A Thief To Steal Me A Peach: He Turned Up His Eyes. I Asked A Lithe Lady To Lie Her Down: Holy And Meek, She Cries. As Soon As I Went An Angel Came. He Winked At The Thief And Smiled At The Dame- And Without One Word Spoke Had A Peach From The Tree, And 'twixt Earnest And Joke Enjoyed The Lady.