Oh, My Tattered Rags Are

Friend, Many And Many A Dream Is Mere Confusion A Cobweb Of No Consequence At All. Two Gates For Ghostly Dreams There Are: One Gateway Of Honest Horn, And One Of Ivory. Issuing By The Ivory Gate Are Dreams Of Glimmering Illusion, Fantasies, But Those That Come Through Solid Polished Horn May Be Borne Out, If Mortals Only Know Them.

It Is No Bad Thing To Be A King-to See One's House Enriched And One's Authority Enhanced.

Bear Patiently, My Heart, For You Have Suffered Heavier Things.

A Small Rock Holds Back A Great Wave.

His Native Home Deep Imag'd In His Soul.