Wonderful go-together jewelry for your shirtdressed summer.

Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast, Through midnight hours that yield no more their former hope of rest; ’Tis but as ivy-leaves around the ruined turret wreath All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and grey beneath.

We do well to remember that long before the Sacred appeared in discourse as a substantive (a usage that does not antedate Durkheim), it was primarily employed in verbal forms, most especially with the sense of making an individual a king or bishop (as in the obsolete English verbs to sacrate or to sacre), or in adjectival forms denoting the result of the process of sacration.

To his good friends thus wide I'le ope my armes, / And like the kind life-rendring Pelican, / Repaſt them with my blood.