It may help us, in those times of trouble, to remember that love is not only about relationship, it is also an affair of the soul.
Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.
Humility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.
The devil...the prowde spirite...cannot endure to be mocked.
Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
Go where we may, rest where we will, Eternal London haunts us still.