The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God.
The spirits of the air live on the smells Of fruit; and joy, with pinions light, roves round The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.
Praises reap not! Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not!
To create a little flower is the labour of ages.
The lust of the goat is the bounty of God.
For all eternity, I forgive you and you forgive me.