Moping Melancholy And Moon-struck Madness.

In Those Vernal Seasons Of The Year When The Air Is Calm And Pleasant, It Were An Injury And Sullenness Against Nature Not To Go Out And See Her Riches, And Partake In Her Rejoicing With Heaven And Earth.

True It Is That Covetousness Is Rich, Modesty Starves.

Just Are The Ways Of God, And Justifiable To Men; Unless There Be Who Think Not God At All.

Where Glowing Embers Through The Room Teach Light To Counterfeit A Gloom.

Freely We Serve, Because We Freely Love, As In Our Will To Love Or Not; In This We Stand Or Fall.