The Devil Is Not As Black As

Come, Follow Me, And Leave The World To Its Babblings.

O Faithful Conscience, Delicately Pure, How Doth A Little Failing Wound Thee Sore!

These Have Not The Hope To Die.

If Thou Follow Thy Star, Thou Canst Not Fail Of Glorious Heaven.

The Man Who Lies Asleep Will Never Waken Fame, And His Desire And All His Life Drift Past Him Like A Dream, And The Traces Of His Memory Fade From Time Like Smoke In Air, Or Ripples On A Stream.