To Be Weak Is Miserable, Doing Or

For Books Are As Meats And Viands Are; Some Of Good, Some Of Evil Sub-stance.

Part Of My Soul I Seek Thee, And Claim Thee My Other Half

Confusion Heard His Voice, And Wild Uproar Stood Ruled, Stood Vast Infinitude Confined; Till At His Second Bidding Darkness Fled, Light Shone, And Order From Disorder Sprung.

Those Whom Reason Hath Equalled, Force Hath Made Supreme

Arm The Obdured Breast With Stubborn Patience As With Triple Steel.