When Pain Ends, Gain Ends Too.

What I Aspired To Be And Was Not, Comforts Me.

One May Do Whatever One Likes. In Art, The Only Thing Is, To Make Sure That One Does Like It.

The Lie Was Dead And Damned, And Truth Stood Up Instead.

Rats They Fought The Dogs And Killed The Cats, And Bit The Babies In The Cradles, And Ate The Cheeses Out Of The Vats, And Licked The Soup From The Cook's Own Ladles. Split Open The Kegs Of Salted Sprats, Made Nests Inside Men's Sunday Hats, And Even Spoiled The Women's Chats By Drowning Their Speaking With Shrieking And Squeaking In Fifty Different Sharps And Flats.

Sing, Riding 's A Joy! For Me I Ride.