Bid Me Discourse, I Will

Company, Villainous Company, Hath Been The Spoil Of Me.

Who Can Control His Fate?

Our Holy Lives Must Win A New World's Crown.

Why Then, O Brawling Love! O Loving Hate! O Any Thing, Of Nothing First Create! O Heavy Lightness, Serious Vanity, Misshapen Chaos Of Well-seeming Forms, Feather Of Lead, Bright Smoke, Cold Fire, Sick Health, Still-waking Sleep, That Is Not What It Is! This Love Feel I, That Feel No Love In This.

Love Laughs At Locksmiths.