And Live Like Nature's Bastards, Not Her

And Feel That I Am Happier Than I Know.

Or Bid The Soul Of Orpheus Sing Such Notes As, Warbled To The String, Drew Iron Tears Down Pluto's Cheek.

Man Hath His Daily Work Of Body Or Mind Appointed.

Yet Hold It More Humane, More Heav'nly, First, By Winning Words To Conquer Willing Hearts, And Make Persuasion Do The Work Of Fear.

Infinity Is A Dark Illimitable Ocean, Without Bound.