Wanting Is Not Enough, Long And You

I Saw The Tracks Of Angels In The Earth: The Beauty Of Heaven Walking By Itself On The World.

The Greater I Am, The Greater Shall Be My Efforts.

Mere Elegance Of Language Can Produce At Best But An Empty Renown.

What Name To Call Thee By, O Virgin Fair, I Know Not, For Thy Looks Are Not Of Earth And More Than Mortal Seems Thy Countenances

Who Over-refines His Argument Brings Himself To Grief