The Fool shall not enter into Heaven let him be ever so Holy.

Then the Parson might preach, & drink, & sing, And we'd be as happy as birds in the spring; And modest dame Lurch, who is always at Church, Would not have bandy children, nor fasting, nor birch.

Thou fair-hair'd angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!

To be an Error and to be Cast out is a part of God's Design.

For everything exists and not one sigh nor smile nor tear, one hair nor particle of dust, not one can pass away.

The best wine is the oldest, the best water the newest.

The eye altering, alters all.