Tax Not So Bad A Voice To

He That Commends Me To Mine Own Content Commends Me To The Thing I Cannot Get. I To The World Am Like A Drop Of Water That In The Ocean Seeks Another Drop, Who, Falling There To Find His Fellow Forth, Unseen, Inquisitive, Confounds Himself: So I, To Find A Mother And A Brother, In Quest Of Them, Unhappy, Lose Myself.

Flout 'em, And Scout 'em; And Scout 'em, And Flout 'em; / Thought Is Free.

Thou Art As Wise As Thou Art Beautiful

Things May Serve Long, But Not Serve Ever.

Truly The Souls Of Men Are Full Of Dread: Ye Cannot Reason Almost With A Man That Looks Not Heavily And Full Of Fear.