Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage.
When nations grow old the Arts grow cold And commerce settles on every tree
Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.
Mercy is the golden chain by which society is bound together.
Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained; and the restrainer or reason usurps its place & governs the unwilling. And being restrain'd it by degrees becomes passive till it is only the shadow of desire.
Children of the future age Reading this indignant page Know that in a former time Love, sweet love, was thought a crime