So Get The Start Of

Love's Fire Heats Water, Water Cools Not Love.

God Bless Thee; And Put Meekness In Thy Breast, Love, Charity, Obedience, And True Duty!

The Glowworm Shows The Matin To Be Near And Gins To Pale His Uneffectual Fire.

What's His Offense? Groping For Trout In A Peculiar River.

The Eye Of Man Hath Not Heard, The Ear Of Man Hath Not Seen, Man's Hand Is Not Able To Taste, His Tongue To Conceive, Nor His Heart To Report, What My Dream Was.