A Man In Armor Is His Armor's

Ignorance Is Not Innocence But Sin.

One Wise Man's Verdict Outweighs All The Fools'.

Sappho Survives, Because We Sing Her Songs; And Eschylus, Because We Read His Plays!

It's Like Those Eerie Stories Nurses Tell, Of How Some Actor On A Stage Played Death, With Pasteboard Crown, Sham Orb And Tinselled Dart, And Called Himself The Monarch Of The World; Then, Going In The Tire-room Afterward, Because The Play Was Done, To Shift Himself, Got Touched Upon The Sleeve Familiarly, The Moment He Had Shut The Closet Door, By Death Himself. Thus God Might Touch A Pope At Unawares, Ask What His Baubles Mean, And Whose Part He Presumed To Play Just Now. Best Be Yourself, Imperial, Plain And True!

God's Justice, Tardy Though It Prove Perchance, Rests Never On The Track Until It Reach Delinquency.