Who To Himself Is Law No Law

I Will Neither Yield To The Song Of The Siren Nor The Voice Of The Hyena, The Tears Of The Crocodile Nor The Howling Of The Wolf.

As Night The Life-inclining Stars Best Shows, So Lives Obscure The Starriest Souls Disclose.

Perfect Happiness, By Princes Sought, Is Not With Birth Born, Nor Exchequers Bought.

Be Free All Worthy Spirits, And Stretch Yourselves, For Greatness And For Height.

Fate's Such A Shrewish Thing.