There Is A Great Amity

Rides In The Whirlwind And Directs The Storm.

Love, Anger, Pride And Avarice All Visibly Move In Those Little Orbs.

When Men Are Easy In Their Circumstances, They Are Naturally Enemies To Innovations.

Colors Speak All Languages.

The Ways Of Heaven Are Dark And Intricate, Puzzled In Mazes, And Perplex'd With Errors; Our Understanding Traces Them In Vain, Lost And Bewilder'd In The Fruitless Search; Nor Sees With How Much Art The Windings Run, Nor Where The Regular Confusion Ends.