Our Reason Is Our Law.

Come And Trip It As Ye Go On The Light Fantastic Toe.

Gratitude Bestows Reverence, Allowing Us To Encounter Everyday Epiphanies.

For What Can War, But Endless War, Still Breed?

A Dungeon Horrible, On All Sides Round, As One Great Furnace, Flamed; Yet From Those Flames No Light, But Rather Darkness Visible Serv'd Only To Discover Sights Of Woe, Regions Of Sorrow, Doleful Shades, Where Peace And Rest Can Never Dwell, Hope Never Comes That Comes To All; But Torture Without End.

Implied Subjection, But Requir'd With Gentle Sway, And By Her Yielded, By Him Best Receiv'd,- Yielded With Coy Submission, Modest Pride, And Sweet, Reluctant, Amorous Delay.