November's Sky Is Chill And

Some Feelings Are To Mortals Given With Less Of Earth In Them Than Heaven.

I Envy Thee Not Thy Faith, Which Is Ever In Thy Mouth But Never In Thy Heart Nor In Thy Practice

Profan'd The God-given Strength, And Marr'd The Lofty Line.

Love Will Subsist On Wonderfully Little Hope But Not Altogether Without It.

A Fool's Wild Speech Confounds The Wise.