Which Can Say More Than This Rich

World, World, O World! But That Thy Strange Mutations Make Us Hate Thee/ Life Would Not Yield To Age.

I Rather Would Entreat Thy Company; To See The Wonders Of The World Abroad, Than, Living Dully Sluggardized At Home, Wear Out Thy Youth With Shapeless Idleness.

Man, Proud Man, Drest In A Little Brief Authority, Most Ignorant Of What He's Most Assured.

I Will Be Free, Even To The Uttermost, As I Please, In Words.

Cease To Lament For That Thou Canst Not Help; And Study Help For That Which Thou Lamentest.