Nor Think Thou With Wind

What Is Dark Within Me, Illumine.

What Boots It At One Gate To Make Defence, And At Another To Let In The Foe?

Ink Is The Blood Of The Printing-press.

The Low'ring Element Scowls O'er The Darken'd Landscape.

Fame, If Not Double Fac'd, Is Double Mouth'd, And With Contrary Blast Proclaims Most Deeds; On Both His Wings, One Black, The Other White, Bears Greatest Names In His Wild Aery Flight.