| Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Tiny, inert, fragile thing, thy being faintly quivers, To nether, then to higher life doth tend thy little shivers 'tis so I turn, impelled by Life, And then my thoughts turn back to strife. Imago, you and I, We seek to live - and strive to die. |
