Wisdom Cries Out In The Streets, And

Love's Fire Heats Water, Water Cools Not Love.

For I Have Neither Wit, Nor Words, Nor Worth, Action, Nor Utterance, Nor The Power Of Speech, To Stir Men's Blood: I Only Speak Right On; I Tell You That Which You Yourselves Do Know.

Love That Well Which Thou Must Leave Ere Long.

They Have Been At A Great Feast Of Languages, And Stolen The Scraps.

Then Imitate The Action Of The Tiger; Stiffen The Sinews, Summon Up The Blood.