'tis Well Averred, A Scientific Faith's Absurd.

The Curious Crime, The Fine Felicity And Flower Of Wickedness.

No! Let Me Taste The Whole Of It, Fare Like My Peers, The Heroes Of Old, Bear The Brunt, In A Minute Pay Glad Life's Arrears Of Pain, Darkness And Cold.

Be Sure They Sleep Not Whom God Needs.

As Is Your Sort Of Mind, So Is Your Sort Of Search: You Will Find What You Desire.

Who Hears Music Feels His Solitude Peopled At Once.