God and Nature met in light.
What are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend?
Like a dog, he hunts in dreams.
I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.
By blood a king, in heart a clown.
He that wrongs a friend Wrongs himself more, and ever bears about A silent court of justice in his breast, Himself the judge and jury, and himself The prisoner at the bar ever condemned.