The Dome Of Thought, The Palace Of

Few Things Surpass Old Wine; And They May Preach Who Please, The More Because They Preach In Vain

Man, Being Reasonable, Must Get Drunk; The Best Of Life Is But Intoxication.

Why Do They Call Me Misanthrope? Because They Hate Me, Not I Them.

So Much Alarmed That She Is Quite Alarming

Egypt! From Whose All Dateless Tombs Arose Forgotten Pharaohs From Their Long Repose, And Shook Within Their Pyramids To Hear A New Cambyses Thundering In Their Ear; While The Dark Shades Of Forty Ages Stood Like Startled Giants By Nile's Famous Flood.