O Have A Care Of Natures That

The Season Of Love Is The Carnival Of Egoism And It Brings A Touchstone To Our Natures.

Around The Ancient Track Marched, Rank On Rank, The Army Of Unalterable Law.

But O The Truth, The Truth. The Many Eyes That Look On It The Diverse Things They See.

A Woman Who Is Not Quite A Fool Will Forgive Your Being But A Man, If You Are Surely That. . .

Perfect Simplicity Is Unconsciously Audacious.