Pride - Lord Of Human Kind

O Freedom, First Delight Of Human Kind!

The Fates But Only Spin The Coarser Clue; The Finest Of The Wool Is Left For You.

Imitators Are But A Servile Kind Of Cattle.

Ill News Is Wing'd With Fate, And Flies Apace.

New Vows To Plight, And Plighted Vows To Break.