So Shall The World Go

And Feel That I Am Happier Than I Know.

Sable-vested Night, Eldest Of Things.

Her Virtue And The Conscience Of Her Worth, That Would Be Woo'd, And Not Unsought Be Won.

For Liberty Hath A Sharp And Double Edge, Fit Only To Be Handled By Just And Virtuous Men; To Bad And Dissolute, It Becomes A Mischief Unwieldy In Their Own Hands.

Now I See Peace To Corrupt No Less Than War To Waste.