Poetry Fettered Fetters The Human Race.

Come O'er The Eastern Hills, And Let Our Winds Kiss Thy Perfumed Garments; Let Us Taste Thy Morn And Evening Breath; Scatter Thy Pearls Upon Our Love-sick Land That Mourns For Thee.

General Good Is The Plea Of The Scoundrel, Hypocite, Flatterer.

The Pride Of The Peacock Is The Glory Of God. The Lust Of The Goat Is The Bounty Of God. The Wrath Of The Lion Is The Wisdom Of God. The Nakedness Of Woman Is The Work Of God.

When A Sinister Person Means To Be Your Enemy, They Always Start By Trying To Become Your Friend.

Where Cheating Is, There's Mischief There.