The fox condemns the trap, not himself.
My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt.
Each man is haunted until his humanity awakens.
The Angel that presided o'er my birth Said, 'Little creature, formed of joy and mirth, Go love without the help of any thing on earth'.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons are the fruits of two seasons.
O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou build thy dark, Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs, Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.