"Heaven lies about us in our infancy," and our neighbors take up the tale as we mature.
"My laws," she said, "are of myself a part:
I read them by examining my heart."
"True," he replied; "like those to Moses known,
Thine also are engraven upon stone."
Love is a distracted attention: from contemplation of one's self one turns to consider one's dream.
"Halt!—who goes there?"
"Death."
"Advance, Death, and give the countersign."
"How needless! I care not to enter thy camp to-night. Thou shalt enter mine."
"What! I a deserter?"
"Nay, a great soldier. Thou shalt overcome all the enemies of mankind."
"Who are they?"