Ceremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth. While truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend.
They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.
Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees.
Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.
A self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator.
No one was ever scolded out of their sins.
