Shame Is Pride's Cloak.

I Love Hanging And Drawing And Quartering Every Bit As Well As War And Slaughtering.

All Pictures That's Painted With Sense And With Thought / Are Painted By Madmen As Sure As A Groat; / For The Greater The Fool In The Pencil More Blest, / And When They Are Drunk They Always Paint Best.

Piping Down The Valleys Wild, Piping Songs Of Pleasant Glee, On A Cloud I Saw A Child, And He Laughing Said To Me: "pipe A Song About A Lamb." So I Piped With Merry Cheer; "piper, Pipe That Song Again." So I Piped; He Wept To Hear.

I Give You The End Of A Golden String, Only Wind It Into A Ball, It Will Lead You In At Heaven's Gate Built In Jerusalem's Wall.

To Mercy Pity Peace And Love All Pray In Their Distress, And To These Virtues Of Delight Return Their Thankfulness. For Mercy Pity Peace And Love Is God Our Father Dear. And Mercy Pity Peace And Love Is Man His Child And Care. Then Every Man Of Every Clime That Prays In His Distress Prays To The Human Form Divine: Love Mercy Pity Peace. And All Must Love The Human Form In Heathen, Turk, Or Jew. Where Mercy, Love And Pity Dwell There God Is Dwelling Too.