What's Done Is Done. The Joy Is

I...kisss The Tender Inward Of Thy Hand.

My Will Enkindled By Mine Eyes And Ears, Two Traded Pilots 'twixt The Dangerous Shores Of Will And Judgment.

Tis The Eye Of Childhood That Fears A Painted Devil.

Thou Shalt Be Free As Mountain Winds: But Then Exactly Do All Points Of My Command.

So All My Best Is Dressing Old Words New.