If Some Appalling Disaster Befalls, There's Always

Poverty Possesses This Disease; Through Want It Teaches A Man Evil.

When Roused To Rage The Maddening Populace Storms, Their Fury, Like A Rolling Flame, Bursts Forth Unquenchable; But Give Its Violence Ways, It Spends Itself, And As Its Force Abates, Learns To Obey And Yields It To Your Will.

Many A Maiden, With White Feet Glancing Light As Air, Made Happy Music Through The Gloom.

What Is God, What Is Not God, What Is Between Man And God, Who Shall Say?

Those Whom God Wishes To Destroy, He First Makes Mad.