Little Lamb, Who Made Thee? Dost Thou

Degrade First The Arts If You'd Mankind Degrade. Hire Idiots To Paint With Cold Light & Hot Shade: Give High Price For The Worst, Leave The Best In Disgrace, And With Labours Of Ignorance Fill Every Place.

The Busy Bee Has No Time For Sorrow.

Every Tear From Every Eyebecomes A Babe In Eternity.

Naught Can Deform The Human Race Like To The Armor's Iron Brace.

A Tyrant Is The Worst Disease, And The Cause Of All Others.