He Who Wants, But Doesn't

The Stars Are Threshed, And The Souls Are Threshed From Their Husks.

Some Are Born To Sweet Delight, Some Are Born To Endless Night.

The Worship Of God Is, Honouring His Gifts In Other Men Each According To His Genius, And Loving The Greatest Men Best; Those Who Envy Or Calumniate Great Men Hate God, For There Is No Other God.

Degrade First The Arts If You'd Mankind Degrade. Hire Idiots To Paint With Cold Light & Hot Shade: Give High Price For The Worst, Leave The Best In Disgrace, And With Labours Of Ignorance Fill Every Place.

'come Hither, My Boy, Tell Me What Thou Seest There?' 'a Fool Tangled In A Religious Snare.'