One Law For The Lion

Mutual Forgiveness Of Each Vice. Such Are The Gates Of Paradise.

One Thought Fills Immensity.

Expect Poison From The Standing Water.

Sweet Babe, In Thy Face Soft Desires I Can Trace, Secret Joys And Secret Smiles, Little Pretty Infant Wiles.

Pity Would Be No More, If We Did Not Make Somebody Poor. Mercy No More Could Be, If All Were Happy As We.