The Lot Of Man - To Suffer

Fickle Fortune Reigns, And, Undiscerning, Scatters Crowns And Chains.

Vast Chain Of Being! Which From God Began, Natures Ethereal, Human, Angel, Man, Beast, Bird, Fish, Insect, What No Eye Can See, No Glass Can Reach, From Infinite To Thee, From Thee To Nothing.

Satire's My Weapon, But I'm Too Discreet To Run Amuck, And Tilt At All I Meet.

The Way Of The Creative Works Through Change And Transformation, So That Each Thing Receives Its True Nature And Destiny And Comes Into Permanent Accord With The Great Harmony: This Is What Furthers And What Perseveres.

To Swear Is Neither Brave, Polite, Nor Wise.