The Devil Hath Not, In All His

A Thirst For Gold, The Beggar's Vice, Which Can But Overwhelm The Meanest Hearts.

Accursed Be The City Where The Laws Would Stifle Nature's!

[armenian] Is A Rich Language, However, And Would Amply Repay Any One The Trouble Of Learning It.

Sorrow Is Knowledge, Those That Know The Most Must Mourn The Deepest, The Tree Of Knowledge Is Not The Tree Of Life.

Where Are The Forms The Sculptor's Soul Hath Seized? In Him Alone, Can Nature Show As Fair?