The Heavens Rejoice In Motion,

Nature Hath No Goal Though She Hath Law.

As He That Fears God Fears Nothing Else, So He That Sees God Sees Everything Else.

For I Am Every Dead Thing In Whom Love Wrought New Alchemy For His Art Did Express A Quintessence Even From Nothingness, From Dull Privations, And Lean Emptiness He Ruined Me, And I Am Re-begot Of Absence, Darkness, Death; Things Which Are Not.

Love, All Alike, No Season Knows, Nor Clime, Nor Hours, Days, Months, Which Are The Rags Of Time.

Since You Would Save None Of Me, I Bury Some Of You.