It Kills Me To Be Time's Eunuch

The World Is Charged With The Grandeur Of God.

Lovely The Woods, Waters, Meadows, Combes, Vales, All The Air Things Wear That Build This World Of Wales.

The Best Ideal Is The True And Other Truth Is None. All Glory Be Ascribed To The Holy Three In One.

What You Look At Hard Seems To Look At You.

Do You Know, A Horrible Thing Has Happened To Me. I Have Begun To Doubt Tennyson.