While three men hold together, the kingdoms are less by three.

In the world of dreams, I have chosen my part.

The tadpole poet will never grow into anything bigger than a frog; not though in that stage of development he should puff and blow himself till he bursts with windy adulation at the heels of the laureled ox.

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

Change lays her hand not upon the truth.

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.

Despair the twin-born of devotion.