Seldom Indeed Does Human Virtue Rise From

Lost Are We, And Are Only So Far Punished, That Without Hope We Live On In Desire.

Here We Find The Moat Of Thieves. And Just As A Lizard, With A Quick, Slick Slither, Flicks Across The Highway From Hedge To Hedge, Fleeter Than A Flash, In The Battering Dog-day Weather, A Fiery Little Monster, Livid, In A Rage, Black As Any Peppercorn, Came And Made A Dart At The Guts Of The Others, And Leaping To Engage One Of The Pair, It Pierced Him At The Part Through Which We First Draw Food; Then Loosed Its Grip And Fell Before Him, Outstretched And Apart.

And We Came Forth To Contemplate The Stars.

Heat Cannot Be Separated From Fire, Or Beauty From The Eternal.

From There We Came Outside And Saw The Stars