A Friar Who Asks Alms

Dreams Are Rough Copies Of The Waking Soul Yet Uncorrected Of The Higher Will, So That Men Sometimes In Their Dreams Confess An Unsuspected, Or Forgotten, Self; -since Dreaming, Madness, Passion, Are Akin In Missing Each That Salutory Rein Of Reason, And The Grinding Will Of Man.

For Even In Dreams A Good Deed Is Not Lost.

The Dower Of Great Beauty Has Always Been Misfortune, Since Happiness And Beauty Do Not Agree Together.

What Law, What Reason Can Deny That Gift So Sweet, So Natural That God Has Given A Stream, A Fish, A Beast, A Bird?

All Just Laws Condemn Cruelty.