Instinct Is A Great Matter. I Was

Nothing 'gainst Times Scythe Can Make Defence.

Nature, As It Grows Again Toward Earth, Is Fashioned For The Journey, Dull And Heavy.

Foul Whisperings Are Abroad

Ideas Are The Very Coinage Of Your Brain.

Let Us Our Lives, Our Souls, Our Debts, Our Careful Wives, Our Children, And Our Sins, Lay On The King!