The First And Worst Of All Frauds

See The Gold Sunshine Patching, And Streaming And Streaking Across The Gray-green Oaks; And Catching, By Its Soft Brown Beard, The Moss.

It Matters Not How Long We Live But How.

Envy's A Coal Comes Hissing Hot From Hell.

Corruption Springs From Light: 'tis One Same Power Creates, Preserves, Destroys; Matter Whereon It Works, On E'er Self-transmutative Form, Common To Now The Living, Now The Dead.

Art Is A Man's Nature; Nature Is God's Art.