It Is The Very Mark Of The

An Unromantic Poem I Mean To Make, Of One Who Only Lives For Duty's Sake.

It Is The Very Mark Of The Spirit Of Rebellion To Crave For Happiness In This Life

Money Brings You Food, But Not Appetite; Medicine, But Not Health; Acquaintances, But Not Friends.

Everything I Touch Seems Destined To Turn Into Something Mean And Farcical.

Now I Am Steel-set: I Follow The Call To The Clear Radiance And Glow Of The Heights.