Praises Reap Not! Joys Laugh Not! Sorrows

Art Is The Tree Of Life. Science Is The Tree Of Death.

A Dead Body Revenges Not Injuries.

Works Of Art Can Only Be Produc'd In Perfection Where The Man Is Either In Affluence Or Is Above The Care Of It.

As The Caterpillar Chooses The Fairest Leaves To Lay Her Eggs On, So The Priest Lays His Curse On The Fairest Joys.

I Heard An Angel Singing; When The Day Was Springing, Mercy, Pity, Peace; Is The World's Release.