When I Was At Home I Was

Foul Cankering Rust The Hidden Treasure Frets, But Gold That's Put To Use More Gold Begets.

But I Will Wear My Heart Upon My Sleeve For Daws To Peck At: I Am Not What I Am.

You Abilities Are Too Infant-like For Doing Much Alone.

On Your Eyelids Crown The God Of Sleep, Charming Your Blood With Pleasing Heaviness, Making Such Difference 'twixt Wake And Sleep As Is The Difference Betwixt Day And Night The Hour Before The Heavenly-harness'd Team Begins His Golden Progress In The East.

The Peace Of Heaven Is Theirs That Lift Their Swords, In Such A Just And Charitable War.