Love Is Flower Like; Friendship

For She Belike Hath Drunken Deep Of All The Blessedness Of Sleep.

It Is A Gentle And Affectionate Thought, That In Immeasurable Height Above Us, At Our First Birth, The Wreath Of Love Was Woven With Sparkling Stars For Flowers.

He Who Begins By Loving Christianity More Than Truth, Will Proceed By Loving His Sect Or Church Better Than Christianity, And End In Loving Himself Better Than All.

O Let Me Be Awake, My God! Or Let Me Sleep Alway.

The Love Of Indolence Is Universal, Or Next To It.