Joy And Woe Are Woven Fine, A

Those Who Restrain Desire, Do So Because Theirs Is Weak Enough To Be Restrained.

The Thankful Receiver Bears A Plentiful Harvest.

Time Is The Mercy Of Eternity

I Turn My Eyes To The Schools & Universities Of Europe And There Behold The Loom Of Locke Whose Woof Rages Dire, Washed By The Water-wheels Of Newton. Black The Cloth In Heavy Wreaths Folds Over Every Nation; Cruel Works Of Many Wheels I View, Wheel Without Wheel, With Cogs Tyrannic Moving By Compulsion Each Other: Not As Those In Eden, Which Wheel Within Wheel In Freedom Revolve, In Harmony & Peace.

Eternity Is In Love With The Productions Of Time.