Make No More Giants, God!but Elevate The

And I Have Written Three Books On The Soul, Proving Absurd All Written Hitherto, And Putting Us To Ignorance Again.

Such Ever Was Love's Way: To Rise, It Stoops.

A Man In Armor Is His Armor's Slave.

Silence 'tis Awe Decrees.

You Should Not Take A Fellow Eight Years Old And Make Him Swear To Never Kiss The Girls.