I Am Not Of That

The Force Of His Own Merit Makes His Way-a Gift That Heaven Gives For Him.

Thus Is His Cheek The Map Of Days Outworn.

Pleasure And Revenge Have Ears More Deaf Than Adders To The Voice Of Any True Decision.

Affliction Is Enamoured Of Thy Parts, And Thou Art Wedded To Calamity.

You Are Not Worth The Dust Which The Rude Wind Blows In Your Face.