You flashing star that shines so bright In the pale moon's pallor light, A sullen hope erstwhile now springs, And the lost soul refans its wings; It mounts, falls further down in scorn, A victim for thee, O brother worm.

a yearling lamb

This said, and shaking his long dark spear, then forward he hurl'd it Into the fullround buckler of Priamides Alexander; Right thro' his glittering shield oncame the redoubtable warspear, On still advanced, throughpiercing his breastplate's various-art-work …

We should so organize our rank and mobilize our forces that our influence may not be dissipated before the advancing hosts of quackery and ignorance. This we can do effectively if only the wise and successful ones among our leaders can be induced to forgo the dolce far niente of the noontime of their lives.