You Know That Love Will Creep In

I Begin To Find An Idle And Fond Bondage In The Oppression Of Aged Tyranny, Who Sways, Not As It Hath Power, But As It Is Suffered.

We May Outrun By Violent Swiftness And Lose By Over-running.

Who Could Refrain That Had A Heart To Love And In That Heart Courage To Make Love Known?

Ignorance Is The Curse Of God; Knowledge Is The Wing Wherewith We Fly To Heaven.

For Conspiracy, I Know Not How It Tastes, Though It Be Dished For Me To Try How.