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The Stars Are Threshed, And The Souls Are Threshed From Their Husks.

The Imagination Is Not A State: It Is The Human Existence Itself.

Prisons Are Built With Stones Of Law. Brothels With The Bricks Of Religion.

A Dog Starv'd At The Master's Gate Predicts The Ruin Of The State. A Horse Misus'd Upon The Road Calls To Heaven For Human Blood. Each Outcry Of The Hunted Hare A Fibre From The Brain Does Tear, A Skylark Wounded On The Wing, A Cherubim Does Cease To Sing.

The Britons (say Historians) Were Naked, Civilized Men, Learned, Studious, Abstruse In Thought And Contemplation; Naked, Simple, Plain In Their Acts And Manners; Wiser Than After Ages.