Say As You Think And Speak It

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

A Book? O, Rare One, Be Not, As Is Our Fangled World, A Garment Nobler Than That It Covers.

And Too Soon Marred Are Those So Early Made.

Merrily, Merrily Shall I Live Now, Under The Blossom That Hangs On The Bough.

Thus Is His Cheek The Map Of Days Outworn.