Oall The Creatures That Creep And Breathe

Even His Griefs Are A Joy Long After To One That Remembers All That He Wrought And Endured.

Blame The Guy Who Doesn't Speak Engish.

Hunger Is Insolent, And Will Be Fed.

Miserable Mortals Who Like Leaves At One Moment Flame With Life Eating The Produce Of The Land And At Another Moment Weakly Perish.

Accept These Grateful Tears...for Thee They Flow, For Thee... That Ever Felt Another's Woe.