The Instruments Of Darkness Tell

And Yet,to Say The Truth, Reason And Love Keep Little Company Together Nowadays.

He That Will Have A Cake Out Of The Wheat Must Tarry The Grinding.

Nothing Teems But Hateful Docks, Rough Thistles, Kecksies, Burs, Losing Both Beauty And Utility.

Like Patience Gazing On Kings' Graves, And Smiling Extremity Out Of Act.

Who Can Be Patient In Extremes?