Our Reason Is Our Law.

Then Wilt Thou Not Be Loath To Leave This Paradise, But Shalt Possess A Paradise Within Thee, Happier Far.

Death To Life Is Crown Or Shame.

Nor Think Thou With Wind Of æry Threats To Awe Whom Yet With Deeds Thou Canst Not.

Necessity And Chance Approach Not Me, And What I Will Is Fate.

Ease Would Recant Vows Made In Pain, As Violent And Void.