I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

And indeed there will be time to wonder, 'Do I dare?', and 'Do I dare?

There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.

And all shall be well and/ All manner of thing shall be well/ By the purification of the motive/ In the ground of our beseeching

Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable.

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.

There are flood and drought over the eyes and in the mouth, dead water and dead sand contending for the upper hand. The parched eviscerate soil gapes at the vanity of toil, laughs without mirth. This is the death of the earth.