When We First Met And Loved, I

Free Men Freely Work: Whoever Fears God, Fears To Sit At Ease.

The English Have A Scornful Insular Way Of Calling The French Light.

Souls Are Dangerous Things To Carry Straight Through All The Spilt Saltpetre Of This World.

This Race Is Never Grateful: From The First, One Fills Their Cup At Supper With Pure Wine, Which Back They Give At Cross-time On A Sponge, In Bitter Vinegar.

My Future Will Not Copy My Fair Past, I Wrote That Once. And, Thinking At My Side My Ministering Life-angel Justified The Word By His Appealing Look Upcast To The White Throne Of God.