Action Men Are The Unvoluntary Slaves Of

My Curiosity Sister Of Larks.

Who Am I To Myself? Just A Feeling Of Mine.

There Is No Safe Standard To Tell Man From Animals.

Time, Which Grays Hair And Wrinkles Faces, Also Withers Violent Affections, And Much More Quickly.

Inch By Inch I Conquered The Inner Terrain I Was Born With. Bit By Bit I Reclaimed The Swamp In Which I'd Languished. I Gave Birth To My Infinite Being, But I Had To Wrench Myself Out Of Me With Forceps.