Lilies That Fester Smell Far

My Grief Lies Onward, And My Joy Behind.

Though It Make The Unskillful Laugh, Cannot But Make The Judicious Grieve.

No Doubt They Rose Up Early To Observe The Rite Of May; And, Hearing Our Intent, Came Here In Grace Of Our Solemnity.

This Is The Short And The Long Of It.

Assume A Virtue If You Have It Not.