E'en Sunday Shines No Sabbath Day To

The Soul, Uneasy And Confin'd From Home, Rests And Expatiates In A Life To Come.

Of Fight Or Fly, This Choice Is Left Ye, To Resist Or Die.

Pride Is Still Aiming At The Best Houses: Men Would Be Angels, Angels Would Be Gods. Aspiring To Be Gods, If Angels Fell; Aspiring To Be Angels Men Rebel.

No More The Mounting Larks, While Daphne Sings, Shall, List'ning, In Mid-air Suspend Their Wings.

When Two People Compliment Each Other With The Choice Of Anything, Each Of Them Generally Gets That Which He Likes Least.