When He Is Best, He

Extremity Is The Trier Of Spirits.

Is Man No More Than This? Consider Him Well. Thou Ow'st The Worm No Silk, The Beast No Hide, The Sheep No Wool, The Cat No Perfume. Here's Three On's Are Sophisticated. Thou Art The Thing Itself; Unaccommodated Man Is No More Than Such A Poor, Bare, Forked Animal As Thou Art.

Shall Remain! Hear You This Triton Of The Minnows? Mark You His Absolute 'shall'?

There Is A Kind Of Character In Thy Life, That To The Observer Doth Thy History, Fully Unfold.

What The Great Ones Do, The Less Will Prattle Of