A Wise Fellow Who Is

My Tongue Swore, But My Mind Was Still Unpledged.

Happy The Man Whose Lot It Is To Know The Secrets Of The Earth. He Hastens Not To Work His Fellows Hurt By Unjust Deeds, But With Rapt Admiration Contemplates Immortal Nature's Ageless Harmony, And How And When The Order Came To Be.

I Have Found Power In The Mysteries Of Thought.

You Women Are All The Same, If Bed's All Right, You Think Everything Else Can Go To The Wind. But If There's Any Infringement Of Your Bed-rights, Then Fair Is Foul And All Hell's Let Loose.

Men Hate The Haughty Of Heart Who Will Not Be The Friend Of Every Man.