Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea Past the houses, past the headlands Into deep eternity! Bred as we, among the mountains Can the sailor understand The divine intoxication Of the first league out from land?

They say that “Time assuages” - Time never did assuage - An actual suffering strengthens As Sinews do, with age - Time is a Test of Trouble - But not a Remedy - If such it prove, it prove too There was no Malady

Nothing is the force that renovates the World.

I am nobody! Who are you? Are you a nobody, too?

I imagine therefore I belong and am free.

Anger as soon as fed is dead- 'Tis starving makes it fat.

My business is circumference.