Mountain Gorses, Do Ye Teach Us .

And Is It Not The Chief Good Of Money, The Being Free From The Need Of Thinking Of It?

Yes, I Answered You Last Night; No, This Morning, Sir, I Say: Colors Seen By Candle-light Will Not Look The Same By Day.

Let Us Be Content To Work To Do The Things We Can, And Not Presume To Fret Because It's Little.

Yet Half The Beast Is The Great God Pan, To Laugh, As He Sits By The River, Making A Poet Out Of A Man. The True Gods Sigh For The Cost And The Pain-- For The Reed That Grows Never More Again As A Reed With The Reeds Of The River.

Beloved, Let Us Live So Well Our Work Shall Still Be Better For Our Love, And Still Our Love Be Sweeter For Our Work.