No More We Meet In

My Altars Are The Mountains And The Ocean.

I Awoke One Morning And Found Myself Famous.

By Heaven! It Is A Splendid Sight To See For One Who Hath No Friend, No Brother There.

Not To Admire, Is All The Art I Know To Make Men Happy, Or To Keep Them So. Thus Horace Wrote We All Know Long Ago; And Thus Pope Quotes The Precept To Re-teach From His Translation; But Had None Admired, Would Pope Have Sung, Or Horace Been Inspired?

There Is No Such Thing As A Life Of Passion Any More Than A Continuous Earthquake, Or An Eternal Fever. Besides, Who Would Ever Shave Themselves In Such A State?