If thou dost still retain the same ill habits, the same follies, too, still thou art bound to vice, and still a slave.
I'm a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I'll rise and fight again.
For danger levels man and brute And all are fellows in their need.
Politicians neither love nor hate.
Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?
The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature's eye.