I am for those who believe in loose delights, I share the midnight orgies of young men, I dance with the dancers and drink with the drinkers.

The whole theory of the universe is directed unerringly to one single individual.

My call is the call of battle- I nourish active rebellion;/ He going with me must go well armed.

Have you learned the lessons only of those who admired you, and were tender with you, and stood aside for you? Have you not learned great lessons from those who braced themselves against you, and disputed passage with you?

I open my scuttle at night and see the far-sprinkled systems, All all I see multiplied as high as I can cipher edge but the rim of the farther systems. Wider and wider they spread, expanding, always expanding, Outward and outward and forever outward.

Once fully enslaved, no nation, state, city of this earth ever afterward resumes its liberty.

My words itch at your ears till you understand them