Love Spends His All, And Still Hath

See The Sun! God's Crest Upon His Azure Shield, The Heavens.

There Is No Surer Mark Of The Absence Of The Highest Moral And Intellectual Qualities Than A Cold Reception Of Excellence.

Ask Not Of Me, Love, What Is Love? Ask What Is Good Of God Above; Ask Of The Great Sun What Is Light; Ask What Is Darkness Of The Night; Ask Sin Of What May Be Forgiven; Ask What Is Happiness Of Heaven; Ask What Is Folly Of The Crowd; Ask What Is Fashion Of The Shroud; Ask What Is Sweetness Of Thy Kiss; Ask Of Thyself What Beauty Is.

For Ivy Climbs The Crumbling Hall To Decorate Decay.

The Sun, Centre And Sire Of Light, The Keystone Of The World-built Arch Of Heaven.