* * * * *

A little light,

The whole face

THE HOUSE OF SPLENDOUR

THE FLAME

(HORAE BEATAE INSCRIPTIO)

(THE ALTAR)

(AU SALON)

Her grave, sweet haughtiness

Pleaseth me, and in like wise

Her quiet ironies.

Others are beautiful, none more, some less.

and the spheres they belong in,

Have tea, damn the Caesars,

to bay like Sir Roger de Coverley's

sic crescit gloria mundi:

that we prefer to play up to,

than hear the whole aegrum vulgrus

a-meaowling our praises.

cari laresque, penates,

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