And The Earth Self-balanced On Her Centre

A Crown Golden In Show, Is But A Wreath Of Thorns, Bring Dangers, Troubles, Cares, And Sleepless Nights To Him Who Wears The Regal Diadem

For What Can War, But Endless War, Still Breed?

Nor Aught Availed Him Now To Have Built In Heaven High Towers; Nor Did He Scrape By All His Engines, But Was Headlong Sent With His Industrious Crew To Build In Hell.

Biochemically, Love Is Just Like Eating Large Amounts Of Chocolate.

The Gay Motes That People The Sunbeams.