They Are Ill Discoverers That

Do Not Wonder If The Common People Speak More Truly Than Those Above Them: They Speak More Safely.

That Which Above All Other Yields The Sweetest Smell In The Air Is The Violet.

Then Bless Thy Secret Growth, Nor Catch At Noise, But Thrive Unseen And Dumb; Keep Clean, Be As Fruit, Earn Life, And Watch, Till The White-wing'd Reapers Come.

But We May Go Further, And Affirm Most Truly, That It Is A Mere And Miserable Solitude To Want True Friends; Without Which The World Is But A Wilderness.

A Young Man Not Yet, An Elder Man Not At All.