Dip Him In The River Who Loves

I Was Angry With My Friend: I Told My Wrath, My Wrath Did End. I Was Angry With My Foe: I Told It Not, My Wrath Did Grow.

Love To Faults Is Always Blind, Always Is To Joy Inclined. Lawless, Winged, And Unconfined, And Breaks All Chains From Every Mind.

Prudence Is A Rich, Ugly, Old Maid Courted By Incapacity.

He Who Shall Teach The Child To Doubtthe Rotting Grave Shall Ne'er Get Out.

Pity Would Be No More, If We Did Not Make Somebody Poor. Mercy No More Could Be, If All Were Happy As We.