For Man's Greatest Crime Is To Have

The Heart Is An Astrologer That Always Divines The Truth.

The Fox Is Very Cunning, But He Is More Cunning Who Catches The Fox.

And Yet, And Yet, In These Our Ghostly Lives, Half Night, Half Day, Half Sleeping, Half Awake, How If Our Waking Life, Like That Of Sleep, Be All A Dream In That Eternal Life To Which We Wake Not Till We Sleep In Death

A Friar Who Asks Alms For God's Sake Begs For Two.

For Man's Greatest Crime Is To Have Been Born.