Some Will Say, Is Not

It Is Easier To Forgive An Enemy Than To Forgive A Friend.

Joys Impregnate. Sorrows Bring Forth.

The Soul Of Sweet Delight, Can Never Be Defiled.

The Apple Tree Never Asks The Beech How He Shall Grow, Nor The Lion, The Horse, How He Shall Take His Prey.

Abstinence Sows Sand All Over The Ruddy Limbs And Flaming Hair, But Desire Gratified Plants Fruits Of Life And Beauty There.