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.

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

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.

Wonderful go-together jewelry for your shirtdressed summer.