A Little More Than Kin, And Less

Nature Teaches Beasts To Know Their Friends.

When You Do Dance, I Wish You A Wave O' The Sea, That You Might Ever Do Nothing But That.

Henceforth, I'll Bear Affliction Till It Do Cry Out Itself, 'enough, Enough, And Die.

We Cannot Conceive Of Matter Being Formed Of Nothing, Since Things Require A Seed To Start From... Therefore There Is Not Anything Which Returns To Nothing, But All Things Return Dissolved Into Their Elements.

Enjoy The Honey-heavy Dew Of Slumber.