That what will come, and must come, shall come well.

Making all future fruits of all the pasts.

I don't expect him to want to debate. He has a terrible record and no plan for the future.

For death, Now I know, is that first breath Which our souls draw when we enter Life, which is of all life center

Shall any gazer see with mortal eyes, Or any searcher know by mortal mind? Veil after veil will lift -but here must be Veil upon veil behind

Sweetest smile is made saddest tear-drop!