The Busy Bee Has No Time For

He Who Wants, But Doesn't Act, Is A Pest.

Desperate Remorse Swallows The Present In A Quenchless Rage.

Some Say That Happiness Is Not Good For Mortals, & They Ought To Be Answered That Sorrow Is Not Fit For Immortals & Is Utterly Useless To Any One; A Blight Never Does Good To A Tree, & If A Blight Kill Not A Tree But It Still Bear Fruit, Let None Say That The Fruit Was In Consequence Of The Blight.

And I Watered It In Fears, Night And Morning With My Tears; And I Sunned It With Smiles, And With Soft Deceitful Wiles.

I Myself Do Nothing. The Holy Spirit Accomplishes All Through Me.