I Will Not Cease From Mental Fight

Every Mortal Loss Is An Immortal Gain.

God And His Priest And King,...make Up A Heaven Of Our Misery.

Make Your Own Rules Or Be A Slave To Another Man's.

O Winter! Bar Thine Adamantine Doors: The North Is Thine; There Hast Thou Build Thy Dark, Deep-founded Habitation. Shake Not Thy Roofs, Nor Bend Thy Pillars With Thine Iron Car.

Then My Verse I Dishonor, My Pictures Despise, My Person Degrade And My Temper Chastise; And The Pen Is My Terror, The Pencil My Shame; And My Talents I Bury, And Dead Is My Fame.