Curiosity Kills Itself; And Love Is Only

Earth! Render Back From Out Thy Breast A Remnant Of Our Spartan Dead! Of The Three Hundred Grant But Three, To Make A New Thermopylæ!

To Chase The Glowing Hours With Flying Feet.

Yet He Was Jealous, Though He Did Not Show It, For Jealousy Dislikes The World To Know It.

Think'st Thou There Is No Tyranny But That Of Blood And Chains? The Despotism Of Vice-- The Weakness And The Wickedness Of Luxury-- The Negligence--the Apathy--the Evils Of Sensual Sloth--produces Ten Thousand Tyrants, Whose Delegated Cruelty Surpasses The Worst Acts Of One Energetic Master, However Harsh And Hard In His Own Bearing.

Few Things Surpass Old Wine; And They May Preach Who Please, The More Because They Preach In Vain