Ask For What End The Heavenly Bodies

Learn From The Beasts The Physic Of The Field.

Whether The Charmer Sinner It, Or Saint It, If Folly Grow Romantic, I Must Paint It.

All Nature Is But Art Unknown To Thee.

Lend, Lend Your Wings! I Mount! I Fly! O Grave! Where Is Thy Victory? O Death! Where Is Thy Sting?

All Looks Yellow To A Jaundiced Eye That Habitually Compares Everything To Something Better. But By Changing That Habit To Comparing Everything To Something Worse, Even Making It A Game, That Person Can Find Gratitude, Relief And Happiness Where-ever They Go And Whatever They Experience, Guaranteed!