Humanity greatest power, her biggest rival.
Truth lies beneath false judgement;
the lips the torch to the tunnel; the words of the sweetest lips drops the garments
of gullible and smart men.
...
Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music—
Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled—
Scantilly dealt to the Summer Morning
Saved for your Ear when Lutes be old.