Knowledge By Suffering Entereth, And

This Race Is Never Grateful: From The First, One Fills Their Cup At Supper With Pure Wine, Which Back They Give At Cross-time On A Sponge, In Bitter Vinegar.

Sing, Seraph With The Glory! Heaven Is High. Sing, Poet With The Sorrow! Earth Is Low. The Universe's Inward Voices Cry "amen" To Either Song Of Joy And Woe. Sing, Seraph, Poet! Sing On Equally!

True Knowledge Comes Only Through Suffering.

But Love Me For Love's Sake, That Evermore Thou May'st Love On, Through Love's Eternity.

But Since He Had The Genius To Be Loved, Why Let Him Have The Justice To Be Honoured In His Grave.