Noblest Minds Are Easiest Bent.

For Too Much Rest Becomes A Pain.

Strife, Only A Slight Thing When She First Rears Her Head But Her Head Soon Hits The Sky As She Strides Across The Earth.

And Heaven, That Every Virtue Bears In Mind, E'en To The Ashes Of The Just Is Kind.

Light Is The Task Where Many Share The Toil.

Like A Girl, A Baby Running After Her Mother, Begging To Be Picked Up, And She Tugs On Her Skirts, Holding Her Back As She Tries To Hurry Off—all Tears, Fawning Up At Her, Till She Takes Her In Her Arms… That’s How You Look, Patroclus, Streaming Live Tears.