Words Are But Pictures Of Our Thoughts.

Or Hast Thou Known The World So Long In Vain?

For They Can Conquer Who Believe They Can.

If You Have Lived, Take Thankfully The Past. Make, As You Can, The Sweet Remembrance Last.

In Pious Times, Ere Priest-craft Did Begin, Before Polygamy Was Made A Sin; When Man, On Many, Multipli'd His Kind, Ere One To One Was Cursedly Confin'd: When Nature Prompted, And No Law Deni'd Promiscuous Use Of Concubine And Bride; Then, Israel's Monarch, After Heaven's Own Heart, His Vigorous Warmth Did Variously Impart To Wives And Slaves: And, Wide As His Command, Scatter'd His Maker's Image Through The Land.

But Dying Is A Pleasure / When Living Is A Pain.