Hold Infinity In The Palm Of Your

When Sir Joshua Reynolds Died All Nature Was Degraded

Dear Mother, Dear Mother, The Church Is Cold, But The Ale-house Is Healthy And Pleasant And Warm.

Naught Can Deform The Human Race Like To The Armor's Iron Brace.

If Others Had Not Been Foolish, We Should Be So.

[l]et Light Rise From The Chambers Of The East, And Bring The Honey'd Dew That Cometh On Waking Day. O Radiant Morning.