PREFACE
Ahh thee fools of thy self made snare be envious of mine wit that doth upon thy prison doth But I doth But spit upon thy self-made cares andst that scum of thy mind that doth thy limbs to bind that doth But not see the glow of the rose upon the cheek of all those that doth But frame a face with such grace the vermilion dawn the sunne a golden bloom upon the skies upon the airs the earth to warm all nature be born with such beauties delight that e’en Aphrodite doth upon But stare that thee stupid fool of doth not care to see for thee be bound inst thy individuality isolate withdrawn fromst each like thee no flesh to warm torn fromst humanity inst anomie a “derangement”,of “an insatiable will in the pursuit of thy self-interest ” “the malady of the infinite”thy “beast-like state” thee cant But But still or But fill for all be But utility