Expect Poison From The Standing Water.

When The Doors Of Perception Are Cleansed, Men Will See Things As They Truly Are, Infinite.

To Chloe's Breast Young Cupid Slily Stole, But He Crept In At Myra's Pocket-hole.

Ah, Sunflower, Weary Of Time, Who Countest The Steps Of The Sun, Seeking After That Sweet Golden Clime Where The Traveller's Journey Is Done; Where The Youth Pined Away With Desire And The Pale Virgin Shrouded In Snow Arise From Their Graves, And Aspire Where My Sunflower Wishes To Go.

That The Jews Assumed A Right Exclusively To The Benefits Of God Will Be A Lasting Witness Against Them And The Same Will It Be Against Christians.

One Thought Fills Immensity.