The Brazen Throat Of War.

As Therefore The State Of Man Now Is, What Wisdom Can There Be To Choose, What Continence To Forbear, Without The Knowledge Of Good And Evil?

Ladies, Whose Bright Eyes Rain Influence, And Judge The Prize.

No Mighty Trance, Or Breathed Spell Inspires The Pale-eyed Priest From The Prophetic Cell.

Solitude Is Sometimes Best Society.

This Is Servitude, To Serve The Unwise.