Free From Gross Passion Or Of Mirth

Sin Will Pluck On Sin.

I Shall Despair. There Is No Creature Loves Me; And If I Die No Soul Will Pity Me: And Wherefore Should They, Since That I Myself Find In Myself No Pity To Myself?

All Of Creation’s A Farce. Man Was Born As A Joke. In His Head His Reason Is Buffeted Like Wind-blown Smoke. Life Is A Game. Everyone Ridicules Everyone Else. But He Who Has The Last Laugh Laughs Longest.

Sufferance Is The Badge Of All Our Tribe.

Blessings Of Your Heart, You Brew Good Ale.