The Country Is Not Priest-ridded,

With Many Readers, Brilliancy Of Style Passes For Affluence Of Thought; They Mistake Buttercups In The Grass For Immeasurable Gold Mines Under Ground.

Great Is The Art Of Beginning, But Greater Is The Art Of Ending.

Whatever Poet, Orator, Or Sage May Say Of It, Old Age Is Still Old Age.

How Can I Teach Your Children Gentleness And Mercy To The Weak, And Reverence For Life, Which In Its Nakedness And Excess, Is Still A Gleam Of God's Omnipotence, When By Your Laws, Your Actions And Your Speech, You Contradict The Very Things I Teach?

The Smoking Flax Before It Burst To Flame Was Quenched By Death, And Broken The Bruised Reed.