God And His Priest And King,...make Up

I Cry, Love! Love! Love! Happy Happy Love! Free As The Mountain Wind!

If Others Had Not Been Foolish, We Should Be So.

Nothing Can Be More Contemptible Than To Suppose Public Records To Be True.

O White-robed Angel, Guide My Timorous Hand To Write As On A Lofty Rock With Iron Pen The Words Of Truth, That All Who Pass May Read.

I Heard An Angel Singing; When The Day Was Springing, Mercy, Pity, Peace; Is The World's Release.