Joys Impregnate. Sorrows Bring Forth.

To Be An Error And To Be Cast Out Is A Part Of God's Design.

I Cry, Love! Love! Love! Happy Happy Love! Free As The Mountain Wind!

Excessive Sorrow Laughs. Excessive Joy Weeps.

The Look Of Love Alarms Because 'tis Filled With Fire; But The Look Of Soft Deceit Shall Win The Lover's Hire.

Sooner Strangle An Infant In Its Cradle Than Nurse Unacted Desires.