Reason Also Is Choice.

It Is Chastity, My Brother. She That Has That Is Clad In Complete Steel.

The Olive Grove Of Academe, Plato's Retirement, Where The Attic Bird Trills Her Thick-warbled Notes The Summer Long.

Ink Is The Blood Of The Printing-press.

And The More I See Pleasures About Me, So Much More I Feel Torment Within Me.

I Fled, And Cry'd Out, Death; Hell Trembled At The Hideous Name, And Sigh'd From All Her Caves, And Back Resounded, Death.