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Then The Parson Might Preach, & Drink, & Sing, And We'd Be As Happy As Birds In The Spring; And Modest Dame Lurch, Who Is Always At Church, Would Not Have Bandy Children, Nor Fasting, Nor Birch.

Prisons Are Built With Stones Of Law. Brothels With The Bricks Of Religion.

Harmony Of Colouring Is Destructive Of Art? It Is Like The Smile Of A Fool.

Praises Reap Not! Joys Laugh Not! Sorrows Weep Not!

Where Others See But The Dawn Coming Over The Hill, I See The Soul Of God Shouting For Joy.