But Quiet To Quick Bosoms Is A

Maidens, Like Moths, Are Ever Caught, By Glare, And Mammon Wins His Way Where Seraphs Might Despair.

Fill High The Cup With Samian Wine!

Yes, Love Indeed Is Light From Heaven; A Spark Of That Immortal Fire With Angels Shared, By Allah Given To Lift From Earth Our Low Desire.

And Gentle Winds And Waters Near, Make Music To The Lonely Ear.

Be Hypocritical, Be Cautious, Be Not What You Seem But Always What You See.