Greatness Knows Itself.

Let Me Not Live, After My Flame Lacks Oil, To Be The Snuff Of Younger Spirits.

This Is The Very Coinage Of Your Brain: This Bodiless Creation Ecstasy.

It Is Meant That Noble Minds Keep Ever With Their Likes; For Who So Firm That Cannot Be Seduced.

Such Antics Do Not Amount To A Man.

He Was A Man, Take Him For All In All, I Shall Not Look Upon His Like Again.