On A Sudden Open Fly With Impetuous

Moping Melancholy And Moon-struck Madness.

For Liberty Hath A Sharp And Double Edge, Fit Only To Be Handled By Just And Virtuous Men; To Bad And Dissolute, It Becomes A Mischief Unwieldy In Their Own Hands.

Biochemically, Love Is Just Like Eating Large Amounts Of Chocolate.

Law Can Discover Sin, But Not Remove, Save By Those Shadowy Expiations Weak.

And Storied Windows Richly Dight, Casting A Dim Religious Light. There Let The Pealing Organ Blow, To The Full-voiced Choir Below, In Service High, And Anthems Clear As May, With Sweetness, Through Mine Ear Dissolve Me Into Ecstasies, And Bring All Heaven Before Mine Eyes.