Expect Poison From The Standing Water.

Christianity Is Art And Not Money. Money Is Its Curse.

When The Voices Of Children Are Heard On The Greenand Laughing Is Heard On The Hill,my Heart Is At Rest Within My Breastand Everything Else Is Still.

And We Are Put On Earth A Little Space, That We May Learn To Bear The Beams Of Love.

Abstinence Sows Sand All Over The Ruddy Limbs And Flaming Hair, But Desire Gratified Plants Fruits Of Life And Beauty There.

Some Are Born To Sweet Delight, Some Are Born To Endless Night.