Nor at all can tell Whether I mean this day to end myself, Or lend an ear to Plato where he says, That men like soldiers may not quit the post Allotted by the Gods.

Follow the deer? Follow the Christ the King. Live pure, speak true,right wrong, Follow the King-- Else, wherefore born?

Oh good gray head which all men knew!

Authority forgets a dying king.

Like glimpses of forgotten dreams.

Woman is the lesser man.

My mind is clouded with a doubt.