Twas A Clever Quibble. Here, A Garment

The Love Of Heaven Makes One Heavenly.

Glory Is Like A Circle In The Water

True, I Talk Of Dreams, Which Are The Children Of An Idle Brain, Begot Of Nothing But Vain Fantasy.

Strong Reasons Make Strong Actions.

In Thy Youth Wast As True A Lover, As Ever Sighed Upon A Midnight Pillow