Through the ages one increasing purpose runs.
And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech.
The woman is so hard Upon the woman.
A louse in the locks of literature.
Tis held that sorrow makes us wise.
Guard your roving thoughts with a jealous care, for speech is but the dialer of thoughts, and every fool can plainly read in your words what is the hour of your thoughts.