The Mouth Can Be Better Engaged Than

Heart Of My Heart, Were It More, More Would Be Laid At Your Feet.

Old Father, Old Artificer, Stand Me Now And Ever In Good Stead.

Any Object, Intensely Regarded, May Be A Gate Of Access To The Incorruptible Eons Of The Gods.

He Drew Forth A Phrase From His Treasure And Spoke It Softly To Himself: A Day Of Dappled Seaborne Clouds.

Love, Yes. Word Known To All Men.