The Words Of Mercury Are Harsh After

A Scar Nobly Got Is A Good Livery Of Honor.

Demand Me Nothing: What You Know, You Know.

But Thy Eternal Summer Shall Not Fade.

I Have Had A Most Rare Vision. I Have Had A Dream, Past The Wit Of Man To Say What Dream It Was.

Read O'er This And After, This, And Then To Breakfast With What Appetite You Have.