The Stars Are Threshed, And

Does The Eagle Know What Is In The Pit Or Wilt Thou Go Ask The Mole? Can Wisdom Be Put In A Silver Rod, Or Love In A Golden Bowl?

Thus Men Forgot That All Deities Reside In The Human Breast.

God Is The Poetic Genius In Each Of Us.

I Rest Not From My Great Task! | To Open The Eternal Worlds, | To Open The Immortal Eyes Of Man | Inwards Into The Worlds Of Thought; | Into Eternity, Ever Expanding | In The Bosom Of God, | The Human Imagination

The Stolen And Perverted Writings Of Homer & Ovid, Of Plato & Cicero, Which All Men Ought To Contemn, Are Set Up By Artifice Against The Sublime Of The Bible