Worldly Faces Never Look So Worldly As

Don't Seem To He On The Lookout For Crows, Else You'll Set Other People Watching.

In Travelling I Shape Myself Betimes To Idleness And Take Fools' Pleasure

No Evil Dooms Us Hopelessly Except The Evil We Love, And Desire To Continue In, And Make No Effort To Escape From.

Oh May I Join The Choir Invisible Of Those Immortal Dead Who Live Again In Minds Made Better By Their Presence.

I Protest Against Any Absolute Conclusion.