What am I pondering, you ask? So help me God, immortality.

We read not that Christ ever exercised force but once; and that was to drive profane ones out of his Temple, not to force them in.

Govern well thy appetite, lest Sin surprise thee, and her black attendant Death.

Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with honied thigh, That at her flowery work doth sing, And the waters murmuring With such consort as they keep, Entice the dewy-feathered sleep.

Fairy damsels met in forest wide / By knights of Logres, or of Lyones, / Lancelot or Pelleas, or Pellenore.

Pandemonium, the high capital Of Satan and his peers.

Now I see Peace to corrupt no less than war to waste.