What Are Ye Orbs? The Words Of

The Sun, Centre And Sire Of Light, The Keystone Of The World-built Arch Of Heaven.

Evil Then Results From Imperfection.

Burn To Be Great, Pay Not Thy Praise To Lofty Things Alone. The Plains Are Everlasting As The Hills, The Bard Cannot Have Two Pursuits; Aught Else Comes On The Mind With The Like Shock As Though Two Worlds Had Gone To War, And Met In Air.

Life Is As Serious A Thing As Death.

How Slight A Chance May Raise Or Sink A Soul!