We Must Not Be Content To Be

Tyranny Is Yielding To The Lust Of The Governing.

Ask How To Live? Write, Write, Write, Anything; The World's A Fine Believing World, Write News.

We Must Not Be Content To Be Cleansed From Sin; We Must Be Filled With The Spirit.

Hence, All You Vain Delights, As Short As Are The Nights Wherein You Spend Your Folly! There's Naught In This Life Sweet But Only Melancholy; O Sweetest Melancholy!

That Soul That Can Be Honest Is The Only Perfect Man.