Bondage Is Hoarse, And May Not Speak

I Must Be Cruel, Only To Be Kind.

Affliction Is Enamoured Of Thy Parts, And Thou Art Wedded To Calamity.

Night's Candles Have Burned Out, And Jocund Day Stands Tiptoe On The Misty Mountaintops." Hope Tinged With Melancholy - Like Life.

Have Patience, And Endure

Sin, That Amends, Is But Patched With Virtue.