Don't You Know Yet? It Is Your

Flattery's Fire Is Hidden. Its Sweet Taste Is Apparent, But The Smoke Is Bound To Come Out At Last.

The Dark Thought, The Shame, The Malice, Meet Them At The Door Laughing, And Invite Them In.

I Am Merely A Guest, Born In This World To Know The Secrets That Lie Beyond It.

Every Leaf That Grows Will Tell You: What You Sow Will Bear Fruit, So If You Have Any Sense My Friend, Don't Plant Anything But Love.

You Have Mourned Over Others; Now Sit Down For A While And Weep Over Your Own Self.