I Am Not Now That

We Of The Craft Are All Crazy.

History, With All Her Volumes Vast, Hath But One Page.

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?

Death, So Called, Is A Thing Which Makes Men Weep, And Yet A Third Of Life Is Passed In Sleep.

Curiosity Kills Itself; And Love Is Only Curiosity, As Is Proved By Its End.