Liberty - Eternal Spirit Of The Chainless

Many Are Poets, But Without The Name;for What Is Poesy But To Createfrom Overfeeling Good Or Ill; And Aimat An External Life Beyond Our Fate,and Be The New Prometheus Of New Men,bestowing Fire From Heaven, And Then, Too Late,finding The Pleasure Given Repaid With Pain

Shakespeare's Name, You May Depend On It, Stands Absurdly Too High And Will Go Down.

So Sweet The Blush Of Bashfulness, E'en Pity Scarce Can Wish It Less!

Society Is Now One Polished Horde, Formed Of Two Mighty Tries, The Bores And Bored.

Love Will Find A Way Through Paths Where Wolves Fear To Prey.