God made all pleasures innocent.
Of all the joys that lighten suffering earth, what joy is welcomed like a new born child?
They serve God well, who serve his creatures.
Old Time, who changes all below, To wean men gently for the grave.
I do not ask for my rights. I have no rights. I have only wrongs.
A child's eyes, those clear wells of undefiled thoughtยwhat on earth can be more beautiful? Full of hope, love and curiosity, they meet your own.