For Everything Exists And Not

The Generations Of Men Run On In The Tide Of Time, But Leave Their Destined Lineaments Permanent For Ever And Ever.

When Nations Grow Old The Arts Grow Cold And Commerce Settles On Every Tree

Abstinence Sows Sand All Over The Ruddy Limbs And Flaming Hair, But Desire Gratified Plants Fruits Of Life And Beauty There.

Those Who Restrain Desire, Do So Because Theirs Is Weak Enough To Be Restrained.

The Little Ones Leaped, And Shouted, And Laugh'd And All The Hills Echoed