Thy Face Is Mine Eye, And Mine

Art Is The Most Passionate Orgy Within Man's Grasp.

Between Cowardice And Despair, Valour Is Gendred.

All Occasions Invite His Mercies, And All Times Are His Seasons.

Man Is Not Only A Contributory Creature, But A Total Creature; He Does Not Only Make One, But He Is All; He Is Not A Piece Of The World, But The World Itself, And Next To The Glory Of God, The Reason Why There Is A World.

At The Round Earth's Imagined Corners, Blow Your Trumpets, Angels, And Arise, Arise From Death, You Numberless Infinities Of Souls **** All Whom War, Dearth, Age, Agues, Tyrannies, Despair, Law, Chance, Hath Slain.