Mercy is the golden chain by which society is bound together.
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.
Art degraded, Imagination denied.
Wisdom is sold in a desolate marketplace where none can come to buy.
The busy bee has no time for sorrow.
Mans desires are limited by his perceptions; none can desire what he has not perceived.