This Is The Very Ecstasy Of Love.

Thus Hath The Candle Sing'd The Moth. O These Deliberate Fools!

The Sudden Hand Of Death Close Up Mine Eye!

Nothing Routs Us But The Villainy Of Our Fears.

Nor Aught So Good But Strained From That Fair Use, Revolts From True Birth Stumbling On Abuse.

Good With Out Evil Is Like Light With Out Darkness Which In Turn Is Like Righteousness Whith Out Hope.