This Is Servitude, To Serve The Unwise.

The Olive Grove Of Academe, Plato's Retirement, Where The Attic Bird Trills Her Thick-warbled Notes The Summer Long.

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

They Who Have Put Out The People's Eyes Reproach Them Of Their Blindness.

Thou Canst Not Touch The Freedom Of My Mind.

It Is Chastity, My Brother. She That Has That Is Clad In Complete Steel.