It Is Idle To Play

Quick Enough, If Good Enough.

The Truly Miserable Have A Timbre In Their Voices Strong Enough To Erase Smiles From The Faces And Souls Of The Contented.

Nothing Gives Us A Greater Idea Of Our Soul, Than That God Has Given Us, At The Moment Of Our Birth, An Angel To Take Care Of It.

Neither Britain, A Land Fertile In Tyrants, Nor The People Of Ireland, Knew Moses And The Prophets.

While Truth Is Always Bitter, Pleasantness Waits Upon Evildoing.