Every Mortal Loss Is An Immortal Gain.

The Stars Are Threshed, And The Souls Are Threshed From Their Husks.

Love Seeketh Only Self To Please, To Bind Another To Its Delight, Joys In Another's Loss Of Ease, And Builds A Hell In Heaven's Despite.

A Dog Starv'd At The Master's Gate Predicts The Ruin Of The State. A Horse Misus'd Upon The Road Calls To Heaven For Human Blood. Each Outcry Of The Hunted Hare A Fibre From The Brain Does Tear, A Skylark Wounded On The Wing, A Cherubim Does Cease To Sing.

Sooner Strangle An Infant In Its Cradle Than Nurse Unacted Desires.

A Dog Starved At His Master's Gate Predicts The Ruin Of The State.