Christ's crucifix shall be made an excuse for executing criminals.

Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief?

General good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocite, flatterer.

I heard an Angel singing; When the day was springing, Mercy, Pity, Peace; Is the world's release.

Ah, sunflower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun, Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey is done; Where the youth pined away with desire And the pale virgin shrouded in snow Arise from their graves, and aspire Where my sunflower wishes to go.

The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the crow

Where mercy, love, and pity dwell, there God is dwelling too.