To The Eyes Of The Man Of

I See Through My Eyes, Not With Them.

Love Seeketh Not Itself To Please, Nor For Itself Hath Any Care, But For Another Gives Its Ease, And Builds A Heaven In Hell's Despair.

Then Cherish Pity, Lest You Drive An Angel From Your Door.

If You Have Formed A Circle To Go Into,go Into It Yourself And See How You Would Do.

My Brother Starv'd Between Two Walls,his Children's Cry My Soul Appalls