Less substantial than The living, shades which merge and rapidly fade. But they will rise, perhaps, death is nothing forever. There is no necessity of thought, Nothing beyond the right and the true, Leading upwards to freedom absolute. And for me one problem to resolve, One final error to refute. No more than a pastime, a sport.
Fame is an ornament to hang around the neck.
There is no necessity of thought. Nothing beyond the right and the true Leading upwards to freedom absolute. And mere information will save us from Hell. Below there is Typhon. Down in the valley, His foul exhalation Is what we must breathe.