Law, Media, Government & Family Life: I carry my adornments on my soul,... I go caparisoned in gems unseen, trailing white plumes of freedoms, garlanded with my good name. No figure of a man, but a soul clothed in shining armor, hung with deeds for decorations. Twirling - thus - a bristling wit, and swinging at my side courage, and on the stones of this old town making the sharp truth ring like golden spurs! E. Rostand