Evil Is Limited. One Cannot Form A

Surely The Stars Are Images Of Love.

True Faith Nor Biddeth Nor Abideth Form, The Bended Knee, The Eye Uplift; Is All Which Men Need Render; All Which God Can Bear. What To The Faith Are Forms? A Passing Speck, A Crow Upon The Sky.

Love Spends His All, And Still Hath Store.

What Are Ye Orbs? The Words Of God? The Scriptures Of The Skies?

Thou Art A Woman, And That Is Saying The Best And Worst Of Thee.