My Love Admits No Qualifying Dross

Put On The Dauntless Spirit Of Resolution.

Full Many A Glorious Morn I Have Seen Flatter The Mountain-tops With Sovereign Eye, Kissing With Golden Face The Meadows Green, Gilding Pale Streams With Heavenly Alchemy.

He Is Not Worthy Of The Honey-comb, That Shuns The Hives Because The Bees Have Stings.

The Heavens Themselves, The Planets, And This Centre Observe Degree, Priority, And Place, Insisture, Course, Proportion, Season, Form, Office, And Custom, In All Line Of Order.

Every Why Has A Wherefore.