If Others Had Not Been Foolish, We

Embraces Are Comminglings From The Head Even To The Feet, And Not A Pompous High Priest Entering By A Secret Place.

He Who Makes His Law A Curse, By His Own Law Shall Surely Die.

And I Watered It In Fears, Night And Morning With My Tears; And I Sunned It With Smiles, And With Soft Deceitful Wiles.

Sleep, Sleep, Beauty Bright,dreaming O'er The Joys Of Night.sleep, Sleep: In Thy Sleeplittle Sorrows Sit And Weep.

Mutual Forgiveness Of Each Vice. Such Are The Gates Of Paradise.