Ages Are All Equal. / But Genius

The Lust Of The Goat Is The Bounty Of God.

A Robin Redbreast In A Cage Puts All Heaven In A Rage.

Little Fly, Thy Summer's Play My Thoughtless Hand Has Brushed Away. Am Not I A Fly Like Thee? Or Art Not Thou A Man Like Me? For I Dance And Drink And Sing, Till Some Blind Hand Shall Brush My Wing!

All Futurity Seems Teeming With Endless Destruction Never To Be Repelled; Desperate Remorse Swallows The Present In A Quenchless Rage.

God Only Acts And Is, In Existing Beings Or Men.