Pity Would Be No More, If We

For All Eternity, I Forgive You And You Forgive Me.

The Moon, Like A Flower In Heaven's High Bower, With Silent Delight Sits And Smiles On The Night.

The Crow Wished Everything Was Black, The Owl, That Everything Was White.

God Only Acts And Is, In Existing Beings Or Men.

What Seems To Be, Is, To Those To Whom It Seems To Be, And Is Productive Of The Most Dreadful Consequences To Those To Whom It Seems To Be, Even Of Torments, Despair, Eternal Death.