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All Pictures That's Painted With Sense And With Thought / Are Painted By Madmen As Sure As A Groat; / For The Greater The Fool In The Pencil More Blest, / And When They Are Drunk They Always Paint Best.

The Voice Of Honest Indignation Is The Voice Of God.

The Lust Of The Goat Is The Bounty Of God.

Joy And Woe Are Woven Fine.

Can I See Another's Woe, And Not Be In Sorrow Too? Can I See Another's Grief, And Not Seek For Kind Relief?