If You Would Help Another Man, You

He Who Shall Hurt The Little Wren Shall Never Be Beloved By Men.

The Goddess Fortune Is The Devil's Servant, Ready To Kiss Any One's Ass.

The Ancient Poets Animated All Sensible Objects With Gods Or Geniuses, Calling Them By The Names And Adorning Them With The Properties Of Woods, Rivers, Mountains, Lakes, Cities, Nations, And Whatever Their Enlarged & Numerous Senses Could Perceive.

The Fields From Islington To Marybone, To Primrose Hill And Saint John's Wood, Were Builded Over With Pillars Of Gold; And There Jerusalem's Pillars Stood.

Does A Firm Persuasion That A Thing Is So, Make It So?