In Scorn Of Nature, Art Gave Lifeless

The Will Is Deaf And Hears No Heedful Friends.

Confusion Now Hath Made His Masterpiece.

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

Thy Wish Was Father, Harry, To That Thought.

I Do Not Seek To Quench Your Love's Hot Fire, But Qualify The Fire's Extreme Rage, Lest It Should Burn Above The Bounds Of Reason.