Great Sorrows Cannot Speak.

Humiliation Is The Beginning Of Sanctification.

And Now Good Morrow To Our Waking Souls, Which Watch Not One Another Out Of Fear; For Love, All Love Of Other Sights Controls, And Makes One Little Room, An Everywhere. Let Sea-discoverers To New Worlds Have Gone, Let Maps To Other, Worlds On Worlds Have Shown, Let Us Possess One World, Each Hath One, And Is One.

I Neglect God And His Angles For The Noise Of A Fly, For The Rattling Of A Coach, For The Whining Of A Door.

To Be No Part Of Any Body, Is To Be Nothing.

And Dare Love That, And Say So Too, And Forget The He And She.