Never Say No When The World Says

And Chaucer, With His Infantine Familiar Clasp Of Things Divine.

But So Fair, She Takes The Breath Of Men Away Who Gaze Upon Her Unaware.

First Time He Kissed Me, He But Only Kissed The Fingers Of This Hand Wherewith I Write; And, Ever Since, It Grew More Clean And White.

The Tyrant Should Take Heed To What He Doth, Since Every Victim-carrion Turns To Use, And Drives A Chariot, Like A God Made Wroth, Against Each Piled Injustice.

So Mothers Have God's License To Be Missed.