My Brother Starv'd Between Two

Why Cannot The Ear Be Closed To Its Own Destruction? Or The Glistening Eye To The Poison Of A Smile?

He Who Does Not Imagine In Stronger And Better Lineaments, And In Stronger And Better Light Than His Perishing And Mortal Eye Can See, Does Not Imagine At All.

Tools Were Made And Born Were Hands, Every Farmer Understands.

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

For The Eye Altering Alters All; The Senses Roll Themselves In Fear And The Flat Earth Becomes A Ball.