Deceit and treachery skulk with hatred, but an honest spirit flieth with anger.

When streams of unkindness, as bitter as gall, Bubble up from the heart to the tongue, And Meekness is writhing in torment and thrall, By the hands of Ingratit…

He who does not tire, tires adversity.

'Let byegones be byegones,'-they foolishly say, And bid me be wise and forget them; But old recollections are active to-day, And I can do nought but regret the…