For Man's Greatest Crime Is To Have

Tis Not Where We Lie But Whence We Fell; The Loss Of Heaven's The Greatest Pain In Hell.

To The King, One Must Give His Possessions And His Life; But Honour Is A Possession Of Soul, And The Soul Is Only God's.

No Windows Give A Better View Than Those A Man Brings With Him In His Head, Not Asking For Tickets Of Admission, Since At All Functions, Festivals, Or Feasts He Looks Out With The Same Nice Self-composure.

Dreams Are Rough Copies Of The Waking Soul Yet Uncorrected Of The Higher Will, So That Men Sometimes In Their Dreams Confess An Unsuspected, Or Forgotten, Self; -since Dreaming, Madness, Passion, Are Akin In Missing Each That Salutory Rein Of Reason, And The Grinding Will Of Man.

What Law, What Reason Can Deny That Gift So Sweet, So Natural That God Has Given A Stream, A Fish, A Beast, A Bird?