Govern Well Thy Appetite, Lest

Untwisting All The Chains That Tie The Hidden Soul Of Harmony.

Retiring From The Popular Noise, I Seek This Unfrequented Place To Find Some Ease.

What Need A Man Forestall His Date Of Grief, And Run To Meet What He Would Most Avoid?.

They Who Have Put Out The People's Eyes Reproach Them Of Their Blindness.

But Now My Task Is Smoothly Done, I Can Fly, Or I Can Run Quickly To The Green Earth's End, Where The Bow'd Welkin Slow Doth Bend, And From Thence Can Soar As Soon To The Corners Of The Moon.