Who Is It That Can

Give Thy Thoughts No Tongue, Nor Any Unproportioned Thought His Act. Be Thou Familiar But By No Means Vulgar.

But The Strong Base And Building Of My Love Is As The Very Centre Of The Earth, Drawing All Things To It.

This Tyrant, Whose Sole Name Blisters Our Tongues,was Once Thought Honest.

When I Bestride Him, I Soar, I Am A Hawk: He Trots The Air; The Earth Sings When He Touches It; The Basest Horn Of His Hoof Is More Musical Than The Pipe Of Hermes.

Thou Shalt Be Both The Plaintiff And The Judge Of Thine Own Cause.