I Would Challenge You To

Value Dwells Not In Particular Will; It Holds His Estimate And Dignity As Well Wherein 'tis Precious Of Itself As In The Prizer.

Thrust Your Head Into The Public Street, To Gaze On Christian Fools With Varnish'd Faces.

Nature Hath Meal And Bran, Contempt And Grace.

Ah Me, How Weak A Thing The Heart Of Woman Is!

Love Thrives Not In The Heart That Shadows Dreadeth