Freely We Serve, Because Freely We Love.

For Men To Tell How Human Life Began Is Hard; For Who Himself Beginning Knew?

Which Way I Fly Is Hell; Myself Am Hell.

Quips And Cranks And Wanton Wiles, Nods And Becks And Wreathèd Smiles.

Let Us Seek Death, Or He Not Found, Supply With Our Own Hands His Office On Ourselves; Why Stand We Longer Shivering Under Fears, That Show No End But Death, And Have The Power, Of Many Ways To Die The Shortest Choosing, Destruction With Destruction To Destroy.

Retiring From The Popular Noise, I Seek This Unfrequented Place To Find Some Ease.