Is not Precedent indeed a King of men? A Word from the Psalmist.

Then star nor sun shall waken, Nor any change of light: Nor sound of waters shaken, Nor any sound or sight: Nor wintry leaves nor vernal; Nor days nor things diurnal; Only the sleep eternal In an eternal night.

Not with dreams, but with blood and with iron, Shall a nation be moulded at last.

Yet leave me not; yet, if thou wilt, be free; love me no more, but love my love of thee.

I am tired of tears and laughter, And men that laugh and weep Of what may come hereafter For men that sow to reap: I am weary of days and hours, Blown buds of barren flowers, Desires and dreams and powers And everything but sleep.

Hope thou not much, and fear thou not at all.

And lo, between the sundawn and the sun His day's work and his night's work are undone: And lo, between the nightfall and the light, He is not, and none knoweth of such an one.