Some Men Are Like Musical Glasses; To

Talk Of The Devil, And His Horns Appear.

Where True Love Burns Desire Is Love's Pure Flame; It Is The Reflex Of Our Earthly Frame, That Takes Its Meaning From The Nobler Part, And But Translates The Language Of The Heart.

That Gracious Thing, Made Up Of Tears And Light.

The One Red Leaf, The Last Of Its Clan, That Dances As Often As Dance It Can, Hanging So Light, And Hanging So High, On The Topmost Twig That Looks Up At The Sky.

Above All Things I Entreat You To Preserve Your Faith In Christ. It Is My Wealth In Poverty, My Joy In Sorrow, My Peace Amid Tumult. For All The Evil I Have Committed, My Gracious Pardon; And For Every Effort, My Exceeding Great Reward. I Have Found It To Be So. I Can Smile With Pity At The Infidel Whose Vanity Makes Him Dream That I Should Barter Such A Blessing For The Few Subtleties From The School Of The Cold-blooded Sophists.