Active Evil is better than Passive Good.

If the Sun and Moon should ever doubt, they'd immediately go out.

Praises reap not! Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not!

My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt.

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.

For Mercy has a human heart Pity, a human face: And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress.