They Lie Deadly That Tell You Have

To Fear The Foe, Since Fear Oppresseth Strength, Gives, In Your Weakness, Strength Unto Your Foe, And So Your Follies Fight Against Yourself. Fear, And Be Slain--so Worse Can Come To Fight; And Fight And Die Is Death Destroying Death, Where Fearing Dying Pays Death Servile Breath.

Two Lovely Berries Moulded On One Stem; So, With Two Seeming Bodies, But One Heart.

The Fringed Curtains Of Thine Eye Advance, And Say What Thou Seest Yond.

Put Forth Thy Hand, Reach At The Glorious Gold.

Condemn The Fault And Not The Actor Of It?