The Man Who Never In His Mind

The Stars Are Threshed, And The Souls Are Threshed From Their Husks.

The Woman That Does Not Love Your Frowns Will Never Embrace Your Smiles.

There Is A Place Where Contrarieties Are Equally True.

The Moon, Like A Flower In Heaven's High Bower, With Silent Delight Sits And Smiles On The Night.

The Fields From Islington To Marybone, To Primrose Hill And Saint John's Wood, Were Builded Over With Pillars Of Gold; And There Jerusalem's Pillars Stood.