Think Not Thou Canst Sigh A Sigh

The Strongest Poison Ever Known Came From Caesar's Laurel Crown.

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

Down The Winding Cavern We Groped Our Tedious Way, Till A Void Boundless As The Nether Sky Appeared Beneath Us, And We Held By The Roots Of Trees And Hung Over This Immensity; But I Said: If You Please We Will Commit Ourselves To This Void And See Whether Providence Is Here Also.

The Tigers Of Wrath Are Wiser Than The Horses Of Instruction.

The Pride Of The Peacock Is The Glory Of God.