And Flights Of Angels Sing Thee To

When A Father Gives To His Son, Both Laugh; When A Son Gives To His Father, Both Cry.

Bosom Upon My Counsel; You'll Find It Wholesome.

What Seest Thou Else In The Dark Backward And Abysm Of Time?

The Readiness Is All.

How Much More Doth Beauty Beauteous Seem By That Sweet Ornament Which Truth Doth Give!