The Time Is Out Of Joint.

He That Will Have A Cake Out Of The Wheat Must Tarry The Grinding.

Well, I Must Be Patient; There Is No Fettering Of Authority.

If Circumstances Lead Me, I Will Find Where Truth Is Hid, Though It Were Hid Indeed Within The Centre.

In Me Thou See'st The Twilight Of Such Day As After Sunset Fadeth In The West, Which By And By Black Night Doth Take Away Death's Second Self, That Seals Up All In Rest. -sonnet 73

I Have Unclasp'd To Thee The Book Even Of My Secret Soul.