Tools Were Made And Born Were Hands,

The Cistern Contains: The Fountain Overflows.

He Who Makes His Law A Curse, By His Own Law Shall Surely Die.

Where Any View Of Money Exists, Art Cannot Be Carried On.

Where Mercy, Love, And Pity Dwell, There God Is Dwelling Too.

Love Seeketh Only Self To Please, To Bind Another To Its Delight, Joys In Another's Loss Of Ease, And Builds A Hell In Heaven's Despite.