Truth Never Hurts The Teller.

Hatred And Cark And Care, What Place Have They / In Yon Blue Liberality Of Heaven?.

Still More Labyrinthine Buds The Rose.

As If True Pride Were Not Also Humble!

The Body Sprang At Once To The Height, And Stayed; But The Soul,-no!

A Man In Armour Is His Armour's Slave.