The Very Plants Turn With A Joyful

Not Without A Shudder May The Human Hand Reach Into The Mysterious Urn Of Destiny.

Think With Awe On The Slow And Quiet Power Of Time.

The Mind Is The Eyesight Of The Soul.

A Gloomy Guest Fits Not A Wedding Feast.

As Freely As The Firmament Embraces The World, Or The Sun Pours Forth Impartially His Beams, So Mercy Must Encircle Both Friend And Foe.