Mercy Turns Her Back To The Unmerciful.

The World Is Deceitful; Her End Is Doubtful, Her Conclusion Is Horrible, Her Judge Terrible, And Her Judgment Is Intolerable.

Toyish Airs Please Trivial Ears.

If Thou Neglectest Thy Love To Thy Neighbor, In Vain Thou Professest Thy Love To God; For By Thy Love To God, The Love To Thy Neighbor Is Begotten, And By The Love To Thy Neighbor Thy Love To God Is Nourished.

We Sack, We Ransack To The Utmost Sands Of Native Kingdoms, And Of Foreign Lands: We Travel Sea And Soil; We Pry, And Prowl, We Progress, And We Prog From Pole To Pole.

The Heart Is A Small Thing, But Desireth Great Matters. It Is Not Sufficient For A Kite's Dinner, Yet The Whole World Is Not Sufficient For It.