Joys Impregnate. Sorrows Bring Forth.

The Lust Of The Goat Is The Bounty Of God.

Death Is Terrible, Tho' Borne On Angels' Wings!

If A Thing Loves, It Is Infinite.

Praises Reap Not! Joys Laugh Not! Sorrows Weep Not!

Struggling In My Father's Hands, Striving Against My Swaddling Bands, Bound And Weary, I Thought Best To Sulk Upon My Mother's Breast.