A Table-full Of Welcome!

Desire Of Having Is The Sin Of Covetousness.

Words Are Grown So False, I Am Loath To Prove Reason With Them.

He That Keeps Not Crust Nor Crum Weary Of All, Shall Want Some.

Is It Possible He Should Know What He Is, And Be That He Is?

I Love You With So Much Of My Heart That None Is Left To Protest.