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.
The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men.
Battering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer.
A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair.
A louse in the locks of literature.
I cannot rest from travel; I will drink Life to the lees.