Be Just, And Fear Not.

A Kind Of Excellent Dumb Discourse.

Fruits That Blossom First Will First Be Ripe.

There Is Nothing Either Good Or Bad But Thinking Makes It So.

The Blood Weeps From My Heart When I Do Shape, In Forms Imaginary, Th' Unguided Days And Rotten Times That You Shall Look Upon When I Am Sleeping With My Ancestors.

Bid Me Run, And I Will Strive With Things Impossible.