Come And Trip It As Ye Go

Ah, Why Should All Mankind For One Man's Fault, Be Condemned, If Guiltless?

Lords Are Lordliest In Their Wine.

For Men To Tell How Human Life Began Is Hard; For Who Himself Beginning Knew?

Thou Canst Not Touch The Freedom Of My Mind.

Immortal Amarant, A Flower Which Once In Paradise, Fast By The Tree Of Life, Began To Bloom; But Soon For Man's Offence To Heaven Removed, Where First It Grew, There Grows, And Flowers Aloft, Shading The Fount Of Life, And Where The River Of Bliss Through Midst Of Heaven Rolls O'er Elysian Flowers Her Amber Stream: With These That Never Fade The Spirits Elect Bind Their Resplendent Locks.