Joy Rul'd The Day, And Love The

Our Souls Sit Close And Silently Within, And Their Own Web From Their Own Entrails Spin; And When Eyes Meet Far Off, Our Sense Is Such, That, Spider-like, We Feel The Tenderest Touch.

Long Pains, With Use Of Bearing, Are Half Eased.

He Who Would Pry Behind The Scenes Oft Sees A Counterfeit.

Reason To Rule, Mercy To Forgive: The First Is Law, The Last Prerogative. Life Is An Adventure In Forgiveness.

Happy, Happy, Happy Pair! None But The Brave Deserves The Fair.