The Gay Motes That People The Sunbeams.

Bacchus, That First From Out The Purple Grape Crush'd The Sweet Poison Of Misused Wine.

And Yet On The Other Hand Unless Warinesse Be Us'd, As Good Almost Kill A Man As Kill A Good Book; Who Kills A Man Kills A Reasonable Creature, Gods Image, But Hee Who Destroyes A Good Booke, Kills Reason It Selfe, Kills The Image Of God, As It Were In The Eye.

Gratitude Bestows Reverence.....changing Forever How We Experience Life And The World.

Her Silent Course Advance With Inoffensive Pace, That Spinning Sleeps On Her Soft Axle.

Fear Of Change Perplexes Monarchs.