I Will Not Cease From

Do What You Will This Life's A Fiction, And Is Made Up Of Contradiction.

My Brother Starv'd Between Two Walls,his Children's Cry My Soul Appalls

O Thou Who Passest Through Our Valleys In Thy Strength, Curb Thy Fierce Steeds, Allay The Heat That Flames From Their Large Nostrils! Thou, O Summer, Oft Pitchest Here Thy Golden Tent, And Oft Beneath Our Oaks Hast Slept, While We Beheld With Joy Thy Ruddy Limbs And Flourishing Hair.

Great Things Are Done When Men And Mountains Meet.

Dip Him In The River Who Loves Water.