Read my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed.
Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell.
Sweet is true love, though given in vain.
For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be.
Every man, for the sake of the great blessed Mother in Heaven, and for the love of his own little mother on earth, should handle all womankind gently, and hold them in all Honor.