Truth Is Truth To The End Of

Tis Not A Year Or Two Shows Us A Man: They Are All But Stomachs, And We All But Food; They Eat Us Hungerly, And When They Are Full They Belch Us.

A Sympathy In Choice.

I Never Yet Did Hear, That The Bruis'd Heart Was Pierced Through The Ear

England Is Safe, If True Within Itself.

So Holy Writ In Babes Hath Judgment Shown When Judges Have Been Babes; Great Floods Have Flown From Simple Sources, And Great Seas Have Dried When Miracles Have By The Greatest Been Denied.