Men's Eyes Were Made To Look, And

One Pain Is Cured By Another. Catch Some New Infection In Your Eye And The Poison Of The Old One Would Die.

The Due Of Honor In No Point Omit.

We Will Draw The Curtain And Show You The Picture.

Tis In Ourselves That We Are Thus Or Thus. Our Bodies Are Our Gardens To The Which Our Wills Are Gardeners.

For By His Face Straight Shall You Know His Heart.