But I Am Chained To Time, And

What! Alive, And So Bold, O Earth?

Oh, That The Wise From Their Bright Minds Would Kindle Such Lamps Within The Dome Of This Dim World That The Pale Name Of Priest Might Shrink And Dwindle Into The Hell From Which It First Was Furled.

The Emptiness And Folly Of Retaliation Are Apparent From Every Example Which Can Be Brought Forward. Not Only Jesus Christ, But The Most Eminent Professors Of Every Sect Of Philosophy, Have Reasoned Against This Futile Superstition.

Kings Are Like Stars,-they Rise And Set, They Have The Worship Of The World, But No Repose.

In The Infancy Of Society Every Author Is Necessarily A Poet