I Hate When Vice Can

Quips And Cranks And Wanton Wiles, Nods And Becks And Wreathèd Smiles.

All Seemed Well Pleased, All Seemed, But Were Not All.

Let None Henceforth Seek Needless Cause To Approve The Faith They Owe; When Earnestly They Seek Such Proof, Conclude, They Then Begin To Fail.

Lords Are Lordliest In Their Wine.

Apostate, Still Thou Err'st, Nor End Wilt Find Offering, From The Paths Of Truth Remote.