Was That Life? Well Then, Once More!

How Difficult It Is To Live When One Feels That The Judgment Of Many Millenniums Is Around One And Against One.

Tragedy Is Dead! Poetry Itself Died With It! Away, Away With You, Puny, Stunted Imitators! Away With You To Hades, And Eat Your Fill Of The Old Masters' Crumbs!

You Want To Be Paid As Well, You Virtuous! You Want Reward For Virtue, And Heaven For Earth, And Eternity For Your Today?

Once Upon A Time, In Some Out Of The Way Corner Of That Universe Which Is Dispersed Into Numberless Twinkling Solar Systems, There Was A Star Upon Which Clever Beasts Invented Knowing.

Every Virtue Has Its Privilege: For Example, That Of Contributing Its Own Little Bundle Of Wood To The Funeral Pyre Of One Condemned.