He Who Shall Hurt The Little Wren

Life Delights In Life.

Thy Friendship Oft Has Made My Heart To Ache: Do Be My Enemy For Friendship's Sake.

O White-robed Angel, Guide My Timorous Hand To Write As On A Lofty Rock With Iron Pen The Words Of Truth, That All Who Pass May Read.

What Has Reasoning To Do With Painting?

Naught Can Deform The Human Race Like To The Armor's Iron Brace.