The Never-ending Flight Of Future Days.

Sabrina Fair, Listen Where Thou Art Sitting Under The Glassy, Cool, Translucent Wave, In Twisted Braids Of Lilies Knitting The Loose Train Of Thy Amber-dropping Hair.

Consider First, That Great Or Bright Infers Not Excellence.

For Solomon, He Lived At Ease, And Full Of Honour, Wealth, High Fare, Aimed Not Beyond Higher Design Than To Enjoy His State.

Our Reason Is Our Law.

And The Earth Self-balanced On Her Centre Hung.