What Is Death, So It Be But

The Lapse Of Ages Changes All Things - Time, Language, The Earth, The Bounds Of The Sea, The Stars Of The Sky, And Every Thing About, Around, And Underneath Man, Except Man Himself.

There Is No Traitor Like Him Whose Domestic Treason Plants The Poniard Within The Breast That Trusted To His Truth

A Feast Not Profuse But Elegant; More Of Salt [refinement] Than Of Expense.

Let None Think To Fly The Danger For Soon Or Late Love Is His Own Avenger.

Liberty - Eternal Spirit Of The Chainless Mind