Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.
The spirit walks of every day deceased.
Born Originals, how comes it to pass that we die Copies?
The first sure symptom of a mind in health Is rest of heart and pleasure felt at home.
They most the world enjoy who least admire.
Day buries day; month, month; and year the year: Our life is but a chain of many deaths.