Down close to certain flowers
all excesses are sufficiencies

Anything done in excess becomes hazardous, not only to the entity, but also to a personage; in that it brings untoward behavior to scrutiny in the hoax of trying to reach out. Even ‘l love you’ mislay the poise of oneness when said over and over again.

Any nose
May ravage with impunity a rose.

You know," Cecily said, "you really didn't have to throw that man through the window."
"He wasn't a man," Gabriel said, scowling. "He was an Unseelie Court faerie. One of the nasty ones."
"Is that why you chased him down the street?"
"He had no business showing images like that to a lady," Gabriel muttered, though it had to be admitted that the lady in question had hardly turned a hair, and seemed more annoyed with Gabriel for his reaction than impressed by his chivalry.
"And I do think it was excessive to hurl him into the canal."
"He'll float."
The corners of Cecily's mouth twitched. "It was very wrong.

Sufficiency isn't two steps up from poverty or one step short of abundance. It isn't a measure of barely enough or more than enough. Sufficiency isn't an amount at all. It is an experience, a context we generate, a declaration, a knowing that there is enough, and that we are enough.

You can't go in smelling like booze.