The things called omens! Oh! how valiantly I seek to drive out of others' hearts what's clinched so fast in mine! gone, gone? and to go before - but still be seen again ere I could perish - How's that? - There's a riddle now might baffle all the lawyers backed by the ghosts of the whole line of judges: - like a hawk's beak it pecks my brain. I'll, I'll solve it, though!
to think's audacity. God only has that right and privilege.
Were I the wind, I'd blow no more on such a wicked, miserable world.
And yet, 'tis a noble and heroic thing, the wind! Ha! a coward wind that strikes stark naked men, but will not stand to receive a single blow.
Oh! Not too late is it, even now, to desist. See! Thy greatest vice seeks thee not. It is thou, thou, that madly seekest him!
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