General Good Is The Plea

Man Has Closed Himself Up, Till He Sees All Things Thro' Narrow Chinks Of His Cavern.

I Went To The Garden Of Love, And Saw What I Never Had Seen: A Chapel Was Built In The Midst, Where I Used To Play On The Green. And The Gates Of This Chapel Were Shut, And 'thou Shalt Not' Writ Over The Door; So I Turn'd To The Garden Of Love, That So Many Sweet Flowers Bore. And I Saw It Was Filled With Graves, And Tomb-stones Where Flowers Should Be: And Priests In Black Gowns, Were Walking Their Rounds, And Binding With Briars, My Joys & Desires.

A Dead Body Revenges Not Injuries.

You Throw The Sand Against The Wind And The Wind Blows It Back Again.

God And His Priest And King,...make Up A Heaven Of Our Misery.