The First Is The Law, The Last

All Delays Are Dangerous In War.

Like Pilgrims To Th' Appointed Place We Tend; The World's An Inn, And Death The Journey's End.

The Fates But Only Spin The Coarser Clue; The Finest Of The Wool Is Left For You.

The Longest Tyranny That Ever Sway'd Was That Wherein Our Ancestors Betray'd Their Free-born Reason To The Stagirite [aristotle], And Made His Torch Their Universal Light. So Truth, While Only One Suppli'd The State, Grew Scarce, And Dear, And Yet Sophisticate.

Shame On The Body For Breaking Down While The Spirit Perseveres.