Foul whisperings are abroad

Do you not educate youth at the charge-house on the top of the mountain?

Let's take the instant by the forward top; for we are old, and on our quickest decrees, the inaudible and noiseless foot of time steals ere we can effect them

Unseen in the background, Fate was quietly slipping lead into the boxing-glove.

It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit.

Well could I curse away a winter's night,Though standing naked on a mountain top,Where biting cold would never let grass grow,And think it but a minute spent in sport.