Bring me my bow of burning gold!Bring me my arrows of desire!Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!Bring me my chariot of fire!

And Elisha said unto him, Take bow and arrows. And he took unto him bow and arrows.

The countless gold of a merry heart,The rubies and pearls of a loving eye,The indolent never can bring to the mart,Nor the secret hoard up in his treasury.

There brake he the arrows of the bow, the shield, and the sword, and the battle. Selah.

Ideas are great arrows, but there has to be a bow. And politics is the bow of idealism.

Those who restrain desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.