He Who Replies To Words Of Doubt

The Soul Of Sweet Delight, Can Never Be Defiled.

Tyger! Tyger! Burning Bright In The Forests Of The Night, What Immortal Hand Or Eye Could Frame Thy Fearful Symmetry?

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

Wisdom Is Sold In A Desolate Marketplace Where None Can Come To Buy.

Prudence Is A Rich, Ugly, Old Maid Courted By Incapacity.