You become what you behold.

Mercy is the golden chain by which society is bound together.

Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow.

Mercy, pity, and peace, Are the world's release.

He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sun rise.

But if at church they would give some ale. And a pleasant fire our souls to regale. We'd sing and we'd pray all the live long day, Nor ever once from the church to stray.

This life's dim windows of the soul Distorts the heavens from pole to pole And leads you to believe a lie When you see with, not through, the eye.