Law is like Love.

Law say, the gardeners is the sun. Law is the one all gardeners obey, to-morrow, yesteday, to-day. Law is the wisdom of the old. The impotent grandfather feebly scold: The grandchildren put out a treble tongue, Law is the senses of the young. Law, says the priest with a priestly look, Expounding to an unpriestly people. Law is the word in my priestly book, Law is my pulpit and my steeple, Law says, the judges as he looks down his nose, speeking clearly an dmost sesverly, Law is, i ve told you before. Law is as youknow i suppose, Law s, but i will explain it once more, Law is the law. Yet-law abiding scholars write: Law is neither wrong nor wright, Law is only crimes punished by places and by times, Law is the clothes men wear anytime, anywear, Law is good morning and good night, others say. Law is our fate, others say, Law is our state, others say, others say, Law is no more, Law has gone away. and always the loud angry crowd, very angry and very loud, Law is we, and always the soft idiot softly Me.