Caricature Is Rough Truth.

Not Till The Fire Is Dying In The Grate, Look We For Any Kinship With The Stars. Oh, Wisdom Never Comes When It Is Gold, And The Great Price We Paid For It Full Worth: We Have It Only When We Are Half Earth. Little Avails That Coinage To The Old!

She Whom I Love Is Hard To Catch And Conquer, Hard, But O The Glory Of The Winning Were She Won!

Prepare, You Lovers, To Know Love A Thing Of Moods: Not Like Hard Life, Of Laws.

But O The Truth, The Truth. The Many Eyes That Look On It The Diverse Things They See.

The Well Of True Wit Is Truth Itself.