Nature's Tears Are Reason's Merriment.

Temptation Is The Fire That Brings Up The Scum Of The Heart.

Were All The Letters Sun, I Could Not See One.

Minutes, Hours, Days, Months, And Years, Pass'd Over To The End They Were Created, Would Bring White Hairs Unto A Quiet Grave. Ah, What A Life Were This!

For Man Is A Giddy Thing, And This Is My Conclusion.

The Path Is Smooth That Leadeth On To Danger.