The Silence That Accepts Merit

Who Hears Me, Who Understands Me, Becomes Mine, A Possession For All Time.

That You Are Fair Or Wise Is Vain, Or Strong, Or Rich, Or Generous; You Must Have Also The Untaught Strain That Sheds Beauty On The Rose.

Every Natural Action Is Graceful.

A Man Is Like A Bit Of Labrador Spar, Which Has No Luster As You Turn It In Your Hand, Until You Come To A Particular Angle; Then It Shows Deep And Beautiful Colors.

Nor Sequent Centuries Could Hitorbit And Sum Of Shakespeare's Wit.