Love Does Not See With

We Must Follow, Not Force Providence.

Still Constant Is A Wondrous Excellence.

Grace Me No Grace, Nor Uncle Me No Uncle; I Am No Traitor's Uncle, And That Word "grace" In An Ungracious Mouth Is But Profane.

Thus Can The Demigod Authority Make Us Pay Down For Our Offense By Weight The Words Of Heaven; On Whom It Will, It Will, On Whom It Will Not, So: Yet Still 'tis Just.

Wisely, And Slow. They Stumble That Run Fast.