Perish The Universe, Provided I

I Planted My Self In The Middle Of A Great Many Glasses Full Of Dew, Tied Fast About Me, Upon Which The Sun So Violently Darted His Rays, That The Heat, Which Attracted Them, As It Does The Thickest Clouds, Carried Me Up So High, That At Length I Found My Self Above The Middle Region Of The Air.

Luckless Is The Country In Which The Symbols Of Procreation Are The Objects Of Shame, While The Agents Of Destruction Are Honored! And Yet You Call That Member Your Pudendum, Or Shameful Part, As If There Were Anything More Glorious Than Creating Life, Or Anything More Atrocious Than Taking It Away.

Even If A King Defeats His Enemy In Battle, That Still Doesn't Settle Anything. There Are Other, Less Numerous Armies Of Philosophers And Scientists, And Their Contests Determine The True Triumph Or Defeat Of Nations. One Scholar Is Matched With Another; One Creative Mind With Another; And One Judicious Temperament With His Counterpart. A Victory Won On That Field Counts For Three Won By Force Of Arms.

My Life's Work Has Been To Prompt Others And Be Forgotten. Remember That Night When Christian Came To Your Balcony? That Moment Sums Up My Life. While I Was Below In The Shadows, Others Climbed Up To Kiss The Sweet Rose.

This Veridic Nose Arrives Everywhere A Quarter Of An Hour Before Its Master. Ten Shoemakers, Good Round Fat Ones Too, Go And Sit Down To Work Under It Out Of The Rain.