It Is Much Less What We Do

The Sole Equality On Earth Is Death.

I Cannot Be Content With Less Than Heaven.

When Night Hath Set Her Silver Lamp High, Then Is The Time For Study.

Man Is A Military Animal, Glories In Gunpowder, And Loves Parade.

See The Gold Sunshine Patching, And Streaming And Streaking Across The Gray-green Oaks; And Catching, By Its Soft Brown Beard, The Moss.