Nothing Can Seem Foul To

I Will Instruct My Sorrows To Be Proud; For Grief Is Proud, And Makes His Owner Stoop.

What Is Aught But As 'tis Valued?

Rumor Is A Pipe Blown By Surmises, Jealousies, Conjectures.

That's A Valiant Flea That Dares Eat His Breakfast On The Lip Of A Lion.

And Simple Truth Miscalled Simplicity