Live While Ye May, Yet

Opinion In Good Men Is But Knowledge In The Making.

Our State Cannot Be Severed, We Are One, One Flesh; To Lose Thee Were To Lose Myself.

By This Time, Like One Who Had Set Out On His Way By Night, And Travelled Through A Region Of Smooth Or Idle Dreams, Our History Now Arrives On The Confines, Where Daylight And Truth Meet Us With A Clear Dawn, Representing To Our View, Though At A Far Distance, True Colours And Shapes.

And Fast By, Hanging In A Golden Chain, This Pendent World, In Bigness As A Star Of Smallest Magnitude, Close By The Moon.

Nor From Hell One Step No More Than From Himself Can Fly By Change Of Place.