A Dead Body Revenges Not Injuries.

All Wholesome Food Is Caught Without A Net Or Trap.

I Give You The End Of A Golden String, Only Wind It Into A Ball, It Will Lead You In At Heaven's Gate Built In Jerusalem's Wall.

But Most Thro' Midnight Streets I Hear How The Youthful Harlots Curse Blasts The New-born Infants Tear And Blights With Plagues The Marriage Hearse

Innocence Dwells With Wisdom, But Never With Ignorance.

Everything To Be Imagined Is An Image Of Truth.