Not Always Actions Show The Man; We

Men Would Be Angels, Angels Would Be Gods.

Amusement Is The Happiness Of Those Who Cannot Think.

Like Following Life Through Creatures You Dissect, You Lose It In The Moment You Detect.

Lulled In The Countless Chambers Of The Brain, Our Thoughts Are Linked By Many A Hidden Chain; Awake But One, And In, What Myriads Rise!

To Wake The Soul By Tender Strokes Of Art, To Raise The Genius, And To Mend The Heart