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A Poet Not In Love Is Out At Sea; He Must Have A Lay-figure.

As The Master So The Valet.

Ask Not Of Me, Love, What Is Love? Ask What Is Good Of God Above; Ask Of The Great Sun What Is Light; Ask What Is Darkness Of The Night; Ask Sin Of What May Be Forgiven; Ask What Is Happiness Of Heaven; Ask What Is Folly Of The Crowd; Ask What Is Fashion Of The Shroud; Ask What Is Sweetness Of Thy Kiss; Ask Of Thyself What Beauty Is.

My Favoured Temple Is An Humble Heart.

Surely The Stars Are Images Of Love.