Order Is The Greatest Grace.

Ye Moon And Stars, Bear Witness To The Truth.

Luxurious Kings Are To Their People Lost, They Live Like Drones, Upon The Public Cost.

'tis A Good Thing To Laugh At Any Rate; And If A Straw Can Tickle A Man, It Is An Instrument Of Happiness.

Having Mourned Your Sin, For Outward Eden Lost, Find Paradise Within.

Be Fair, Or Foul, Or Rain, Or Shine, The Joys I Have Possessed, In Spite Of Fate, Are Mine. Not Heaven Itself Upon The Past Has Power; But What Has Been, Has Been, And I Have Had My Hour.