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Fame of Myself, to justify, All other Plaudit be Superfluous—An Incense Beyond Necessity— Fame of Myself to lack—Although My Name be else Supreme— This were an Honor honorless— A futile Diadem—
Fame is the tine that Scholars leave Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set. Whose crumbs the crows inspect And with ironic caw Flap past it to the Farmer’s Corn— Men eat…
Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not— Too slender for the eye It bears the Soul as bold As it were rocked in Steel With Arms of Steel at either side—…
“Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
Fairer through Fading—as the Day Into the Darkness dips away— Half Her Complexion of the Sun— Hindering—Haunting—Perishing— Rallies Her Glow, like a dying Friend— Teasing with glittering Amend— Only to aggravate the Dark Through an expiring—perfect—look—
Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands— Into deep Eternity— Bred as we, among the mountains, Can the sailor understand The divine intoxication Of the first league out from land?
Experience is the Angled Road Preferred against the Mind By—Paradox—the Mind itself— Presuming it to lead Quite Opposite—How Complicate The Discipline of Man— Compelling Him to Choose Himself His Preappointed Pain—
Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity Of an Austere trait in Pleasure— Good, without alarm Is a too established Fortune— Danger—deepens Sum—