Re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem, and have the richest fluency, not only in its words, but in the silent lines of its lips and face, and between the lashes of your eyes, and in every motion and joint of your body.
Ere to sleepThou liest down, prepare to guard thy life--A man is friendless in the hour of trial. . . .I to the needy gave, the orphan nourished,Esteemed alike the lowly and the great;But he who ate my bread made insurrection,And those my hands raised up, occasion seizedRebellion to create. . . . They went aboutAll uniformed in garments that I gaveAnd deemed me but a shadow. . . . Those who sharedMy perfumes for anointment, rose betimesAnd broke into my harem.