“Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,O, what a panic's in thy breastie! ”
“Don't you *ever* let go?""I haven't yet.""Why?""I suppose... because in this world, after everyone panics, there's always got to be someone to tip the wee out of the shoe.”
“O sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beamsThat bring to my remembrance from what state I fell, how glorious once above thy sphere.”
“O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note,to drown me in thy sister’s flood of tears.”
“In Springtime, O Dionysos,To thy holy temple come,To Elis with thy Graces,Rushing with thy bull-foot, come,Noble Bull, Noble Bull”
“What is required of thee, O man, but to do justly, love mercy and walk humbly with thy God. Micah 6:8”