I...kisss The Tender Inward Of Thy Hand.

Demand Me Nothing: What You Know, You Know.

Light And Lust Are Deadly Enemies.

Fortune Reigns In Gifts Of The World.

The Heavens Themselves, The Planets, And This Centre Observe Degree, Priority, And Place, Insisture, Course, Proportion, Season, Form, Office, And Custom, In All Line Of Order.

And It Is Very Much Lamented,... That You Have No Such Mirrors As Will Turn Your Hidden Worthiness Into Your Eye That You Might See Your Shadow.