Thou Canst Not Speak Of What Thou

Thou Art Thy Mother's Glass, And She In Thee Calls Back The Lovely April Of Her Prime...

Ask Me No Reason Why I Love You; For Though Love Use Reason For His Physician, He Admits Him Not For His Counsellor.

I Beseech You, Wrest Once The Law To Your Authority: To Do A Great Right, Do A Little Wrong.

But The Strong Base And Building Of My Love Is As The Very Centre Of The Earth, Drawing All Things To It.

Care Is No Cure, But Rather Corrosive, For Things That Are Not To Be Remedied.