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...s debt. 

"A scrap of paper holds for man and wife 
The sacrament of love, the bond of life. 

"A scrap of paper may be Holy Writ
With God's eternal word to hallow it. 

"A scrap of paper binds us both to stand
Defenders of a neutral neighbor land. 

"By God, by faith, by honor, yes! We fight
To keep our name upon that paper white."...Read more of this...

...live!
O golden youth, forever gone,
How sweet you seem at Thirty-five!

Each of our lives is just a book
As absolute as Holy Writ;
We humbly read, and may not look
Ahead, nor change one word of it.
And here are joys and here are pains;
And here we fail and here we thrive;
O wondrous volume! what remains
When we reach chapter Thirty-five?

The very best, I dare to hope,
Ere Fate writes Finis to the tome;
A wiser head, a wider scope,
And for the gipsy heart, a home;
A songful h...Read more of this...

...w—
Say five or six of us—had found somehow 
The spark in him, and we had fanned it there, 
Choked under, like a jest in Holy Writ, 
By Tilbury prudence. He had lived his life 
And in his way had shared, with all mankind,
Inveterate leave to fashion of himself, 
By some resplendent metamorphosis, 
Whatever he was not. And after time, 
When it had come sufficiently to pass 
That he was going patch-clad through the streets,
Weak, dizzy, chilled, and half starved, he had laid 
So...Read more of this...

...lf
Of skeptic stuff, I must confess
I keep their knowledge to myself:
Doubt doesn't help to happiness.
I never scoff at Holy Writ,
But envy those who hold it true,
And though I've never been in it
 I'm proud to own a pew.

I always was a doubting Tom;
I guess some lads are born that way.
I couldn't stick religion from
The time I broke the Sabbath Day.
Yet unbelief's a bitter brew,
And this in arid ways I've learned;
If you believe a thing, it's true
 As far as your concerned....Read more of this...

...waine, 
And leave you to your ways. There are ways left.” 
“There are three ways I know, three famous ways, 
And all in Holy Writ,” Gawaine said, smiling:
“The snake’s way and the eagle’s way are two, 
And then we have a man’s way with a maid— 
Or with a woman who is not a maid. 
Your late way is to send all women scudding, 
To the last flash of the last cramoisy,
While you go south to find the fires of God. 
Since we came back again to Camelot 
From our immortal Quest—I came...Read more of this...

.... 
For when we offer to the Pow'rs above, 
Like You, the dearest Objects of our Love; 
When, with that patient Saint in Holy Writ, 
We've learnt at once to Grieve, and to Submit; 
When contrite Sighs, like hallow'd Incense, rise 
Bearing our Anguish to th' appeased Skies; 
Then may those Show'rs, which take from Sorrow birth, 
And still are tending tow'rd this baleful Earth, 
O'er all our deep and parching Cares diffuse, 
Like Eden's Springs, or Hermon's soft'ning Dews. 

But...Read more of this...

...believed,
And with him talked, and with him lodged—I mean
Andrew and Simon, famous after known,
With others, though in Holy Writ not named—
Now missing him, their joy so lately found,
So lately found and so abruptly gone, 
Began to doubt, and doubted many days,
And, as the days increased, increased their doubt.
Sometimes they thought he might be only shewn,
And for a time caught up to God, as once
Moses was in the Mount and missing long,
And the great Thisbite, who on fiery ...Read more of this...

...,
Near him, upon the moor.

He stepped in, reached, and seized it,
And, preening, had released it
But that a thought of Holy Writ occurred,
And Signs Divine ere battle, till it seemed him Heaven had pleased it
As guide to send the bird.

"O Lord, direct me!...
Doth Duty now expect me
To march a-coast, or guard my weak ones near?
Give this bird a flight according, that I thence know to elect me
The southward or the rear."

He loosed his clasp; when, rising,
The bird--as if sur...Read more of this...

...ay not spare, although he were his brother;
He must as well say one word as another.
Christ spake Himself full broad in Holy Writ,
And well ye wot no villainy is it.
Eke Plato saith, whoso that can him read,
The wordes must be cousin to the deed.
Also I pray you to forgive it me,
*All have I* not set folk in their degree, *although I have*
Here in this tale, as that they shoulden stand:
My wit is short, ye may well understand.

Great cheere made our Host us every one,
And to ...Read more of this...

...`Then there remained but Lancelot, for the rest 
Spake but of sundry perils in the storm; 
Perhaps, like him of Cana in Holy Writ, 
Our Arthur kept his best until the last; 
"Thou, too, my Lancelot," asked the king, "my friend, 
Our mightiest, hath this Quest availed for thee?" 

`"Our mightiest!" answered Lancelot, with a groan; 
"O King!"--and when he paused, methought I spied 
A dying fire of madness in his eyes-- 
"O King, my friend, if friend of thine I be, 
Happier are ...Read more of this...

...moning,
He gan to speak as lordly as a king,
And said; "To what amounteth all this wit?
What? shall we speak all day of holy writ?
The devil made a Reeve for to preach,
As of a souter* a shipman, or a leach**. *cobbler 
Say forth thy tale, and tarry not the time: **surgeon 
Lo here is Deptford, and 'tis half past prime:
Lo Greenwich, where many a shrew is in.
It were high time thy tale to begin."

"Now, sirs," quoth then this Osewold the Reeve,
I pray you all that n...Read more of this...

...ess.
I have this day been at your church at mess,* *mass
And said sermon after my simple wit,
Not all after the text of Holy Writ;
For it is hard to you, as I suppose,
And therefore will I teach you aye the glose.* *gloss, comment
Glosing is a full glorious thing certain,
For letter slayeth, as we clerkes* sayn. *scholars
There have I taught them to be charitable,
And spend their good where it is reasonable.
And there I saw our dame; where is she?"
"Yonder I trow that in the ...Read more of this...

...matose

but they concoct the standards in their painted kingdom-comes
they pass down the judgments draped in tongues of holy writ
the people are a mass disease an untissued runny nose
disdained (but somehow soared above) as they subscribe their wit
to the culture of the stately tree (and to pilfering its plums)

they've got there by a rancid myth - that a nation's wisdom blows
from the arseholes of the clever (the odiferously fit)
as they guzzle in their spotlit windows tossi...Read more of this...

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