O! Let Me Not Be Mad, Not

. . From This Moment The Very Firstlings Of My Heart Shall Be The Firstlings Of My Hand. And Even Now, To Crown My Thoughts With Acts, Be It Thought And Done.

Even Through The Hollow Eyes Of Death I Spy Life Peering.

There Is No Such Sport As Sport By Sport O'erthrown.

O The World Is But A Word; Were It All Yours To Give It In A Breath, How Quickly Were It Gone!

I Have Thrust Myself Into This Maze, Haply To Wive And Thrive As Best I May.