Despair the twin-born of devotion.

Is not Precedent indeed a King of men? A Word from the Psalmist.

Sleep; and if life was bitter to thee, pardon, If sweet, give thanks; thou hast no more to live; And to give thanks is good, and to forgive.

But now, you are twain, you are cloven apart Flesh of his flesh, but heart of my heart.

Before the beginning of years There came to the making of man Time with a gift of tears, Grief with a glass that ran, Pleasure with pain for leaven, Summer with flowers that fell, Remembrance fallen from heaven, And Madness risen from hell, Strength without hands to smite, Love that endures for a breath; Night, the shadow of light, And Life, the shadow of death.

The delight that consumes the desire, The desire that outruns the delight.

For words divide and rend But silence is most noble till the end.