I Sat Me Down To Watch Upon

Where More Is Meant Than Meets The Ear.

What Need A Man Forestall His Date Of Grief, And Run To Meet What He Would Most Avoid?.

Such Bickerings To Recount, Met Often In These Our Writers, What More Worth Is It Than To Chronicle The Wars Of Kites Or Crows Flocking And Fighting In The Air?

On The Tawny Sands And Shelves Trip The Pert Fairies And The Dapper Elves.

Truth And Understanding Are Not Such Wares As To Be Monopolized And Traded In By Tickets And Statutes And Standards. We Must Not Think To Make A Staple Commodity Of All The Knowledge In The Land, To Mark And License It Like Our Broadcloth And Our Woolpacks.