Faire Is Not Faire, But That Which

Church Bells Beyond The Stars Heard, The Soul's Blood, The Land Of Spices; Something Understood.

Thou Who Hast Given So Much To Me, Give Me One More Thing... A Grateful Heart!

To A Child All Weather Is Cold.

Who Doth His Owne Businesse, Foules Not His Hands.

Neither Bribe Nor Loose Thy Right.