Thinking Isn't Agreeing Or Disagreeing. That's Voting.

Of All Crimes The Worst Is To Steal The Glory From The Great And Brave, Even More Accursed Than To Rob The Grave.

Nobody Was Ever Meant, To Remember Or Invent, What He Did With Every Cent.

Nature's Never Quite Sure She Hasn't Erred In Her Vague Design.

Loosely Bound By Countless Silken Ties Of Love And Thought To Everything On Earth The Compass Round

I Only Hope That When I Am Free, As They Are Free To Go In Quest, Of The Knowledge Beyond The Bounds Of Life, It May Not Seem Better To Me To Rest.