Do what you will this life's a fiction, And is made up of contradiction.
Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth.
Mere enthusiasm is the all in all.
Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.
The pure soul shall mount on native wings, . . . and cut a path into the heaven of glory.
Mercy is the golden chain by which society is bound together.