He That Has A House

My Free Drift Halts Not Particularly, But Moves Itself In A Wide Sea Of Wax; No Levelled Malice Infects One Comma In The Course I Hold, But Flies An Eagle Flight, Bold And Forth On, Leaving No Tract Behind.

Wise Men Never Sit And Wail Their Loss, But Cheerily Seek How To Redress Their Harms.

There's Neither Honesty, Manhood, Nor Good Fellowship In Thee.

Children Wish Fathers Looked But With Their Eyes; Fathers That Children With Their Judgment Looked; And Either May Be Wrong.

I Like Not Fair Terms And A Villain's Mind.