Thy Wish Was Father, Harry, To That

We Must Not Make A Scarecrow Of The Law, Setting It Up To Fear The Birds Of Prey, And Let It Keep One Shape Till Custom Make It Their Perch, And Not Their Terror.

Faith, I Have Been A Truant In The Law And Never Yet Could Frame My Will To It, And Therefore Frame The Law Unto My Will.

I Have Supped Full With Horrors.

Good Morning To You, Fair And Gracious Daughter.

Un-thread The Rude Eye Of Rebellion, And Welcome Home Again Discarded Faith.