Let justice be done, though the heavens fall.
[Lat., Fiat justitia, ruat coelum.]More William 1 [03/29/2018 05:03:36]

Roses grow on thorns and honey wears a sting.More William 1 [03/29/2018 05:03:36]

Satan finds some mischief still
For idle hands to do.More William 1 [03/29/2018 05:03:36]

The rills of pleasure never run sincere,
(Earth has no unpolluted spring)
From the cursed soil some dang'rous taint they bear;
So roses grow on thorns, and honey wears a sting.More William 1 [03/29/2018 05:03:36]

Mix with your grave designs a little pleasure;
Each day of business has its hour of leisure.More William 1 [03/29/2018 05:03:36]

And sanguine hope through every storm of life,
Shoots her bright beams, and calms the internal strife.More William 1 [03/29/2018 05:03:36]

Oh Ignorance
Thou art fall'n man's best friend!More William 1 [03/29/2018 05:03:36]