A truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent.

Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.

The fox provides for himself, but God provides for the lion.

Pity would be no more, If we did not make somebody poor. Mercy no more could be, If all were happy as we.

For I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing. If thought is life And strength and breath And the want Of thought is death Then am I A happy fly If I live Or if I die

The hours of folly are measured by the clock; but of wisdom, no clock can measure.

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