The Devil, That Old Stager, Who Leads

From The Sprinkled Isles, Lily On Lily, That O'erlace The Sea.

Life Is An Empty Dream.

That We Devote Ourselves To God, Is Seen In Living Just As Though No God There Were.

A Man In Armour Is His Armour's Slave.

Out Of Your Whole Life Give But A Moment! All Of Your Life That Has Gone Before, All To Come After It, -so You Ignore, So You Make Perfect The Present, Condense, In A Rapture Of Rage, For Perfection's Endowment, Thought And Feeling And Soul And Sense.