The Generations Of Men Run On In

Joy And Woe Are Woven Fine, A Clothing For The Soul Divine. Under Every Grief And Pine Runs A Joy With Silken Twine.

When The Voices Of Children Are Heard On The Greenand Laughing Is Heard On The Hill,my Heart Is At Rest Within My Breastand Everything Else Is Still.

The Goddess Fortune Is The Devil's Servant, Ready To Kiss Any One's Ass.

He Who Pretends To Be Either Painter Or Engraver Without Being A Master Of Drawing Is An Imposter.

Christ's Crucifix Shall Be Made An Excuse For Executing Criminals.