A Strange Book

"Achilles ponders in his tent,The kings of modern thought are dumb;Silent they are though not content;They wait to see the future come:They have the griefs men had of yore,But they contend and cry no more."

"The Angel who presided at my birthSaid: 'Little creature, formed of joy and mirth,Go, love without the help of anything on earth.'"

"Both read the Bible day and night,But thou read'st black where I read white."