It Is Not Down In Any Map;

Madman! Look Through My Eyes If Thou Hast None Of Thine Own.

A Noble Craft, But Somehow A Most Melancholy! All Noble Things Are Touched With That.

There Are Some Persons In This World, Who, Unable To Give Better Proof Of Being Wise, Take A Strange Delight In Showing What They Think They Have Sagaciously Read In Mankind By Uncharitable Suspicions Of Them.

Whatever Has Made, Or Does Make, Or May Make Music, Should Be Held Sacred As The Golden Bridle-bit Of The Shah Of Persia's Horse,and The Golden Hammer, With Which His Hoofs Are Shod.

One Would Like To Know, What Were Foes Made For Except To Be Used?