The heart that gives, gathers.

If we can't be cordial to these creatures' fleece, I think that we deserve to freeze.

O to be a dragon, a symbol of the power of Heaven-of silk-worm size or immense; at times invisible. Felicitous phenomenon!

Your thorns are the best part of you.

The sweet air coming into your house on a fine day, from water etched with waves as formal as the scales on a fish.

They fought the enemy, we fight fat living and self-pity. Shine, o shine, unfalsifying sun, on this sick scene.

The mind is an enchanting thing.