Ah! Why, Ye Gods, Should Two And

Consult The Genius Of The Place, That Paints As You Plant, And As You Work.

Blessed Is The Man Who Expects Nothing, For He Shall Never Be Disappointed Was The Ninth Beatitude.

But See, The Shepherds Shun The Noonday Heat, The Lowing Herds To Murmuring Brooks Retreat, To Closer Shades The Panting Flocks Remove; Ye Gods! And Is There No Relief For Love?

With The Mistake Your Life Goes In Reverse. Now You Can See Exactly What You Did Wrong Yesterday And Wrong The Day Before And Each Mistake Leads Back To Something Worse.

Let Opening Roses Knotted Oaks Adorn, And Liquid Amber Drop From Every Thorn.