Resolved To Ruin Or To Rule The

I Saw Myself The Lambent Easy Light Gild The Brown Horror, And Dispel The Night.

At Home The Hateful Names Of Parties Cease, And Factious Souls Are Wearied Into Peace.

They Say Everything In The World Is Good For Something.

Truth Is The Foundation Of All Knowledge And The Cement Of All Societies.

I Strongly Wish For What I Faintly Hope; Like The Daydreams Of Melancholy Men, I Think And Think In Things Impossible, Yet Love To Wander In That Golden Maze.