It Takes Great Wit And Interest And

Love Is A Circle That Doth Restless Move In The Same Sweet Eternity Of Love.

I Do Love I Know Not What; Sometimes This, And Sometimes That.

Gather Ye Rose-buds While Ye May, Old Time Is Still A Flying: And This Same Flower That Smiles To Day, Tomorrow Will Be Dying.

Buying, Possessing, Accumulating--this Is Not Worldliness. But Doing This In The Love Of It, With No Love Of God Paramount--doing It So That Thoughts Of Eternity And God Are An Intrusion--doing It So That One's Spirit Is Secularized In The Process; This Is Worldliness.

The Body Is The Soul's Poor House Or Home, Whose Ribs The Laths Are And Whose Flesh The Loam.