Love Is A Spirit All Compact Of

Before The Curing Of A Strong Disease, Even In The Instant Of Repair And Health, The Fit Is Strongest. Evils That Take Leave, On Their Departure Most Of All Show Evil.

Poor And Content Is Rich, And Rich Enough.

So Shalt Thou Feed On Death, That Feeds On Men.

A Wicked Conscience Mouldeth Goblins Swift As Frenzy Thoughts.

Hang There Like Fruit, My Soul, Till The Tree Die!