Night falls fast. Today is in the past. Blown from the dark hill hither to my door Three flakes, then four Arrive, then many more.
Martyred many times must be Who would keep his country free.
I hate people but I love gatherings.
The only people I really hate are servants. They're not really human beings at all.
I know, but I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
Euclid Alone Has Looked on Beauty Bare.