He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.

O star-eyed Science, hast thou wander'd there, To waft us home the message of despair?

Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud Philosophy To teach me what thou art.

It's not about the body; you are consciousness. That's what you are. Your consciousness is already out of your body. You don't need to get out of your body, you just need to get into your consciousness.

Truth ever lovely - since the world began, The foe of tyrants, and the friend of man.

An original something, dear maid, you would wish me to write; but how shall I begin? For I'm sure I have not original in me, Excepting Original Sin.

Who hail thee, Man! the pilgrim of the day, spouse of the worm, and brother of the clay.