I doubt their will be heaven without the sky, I argue their will be moon when the sun is high. I doubt their will be day without the light, I doubt the stars will brag without the night. I argue their will be rich without the poor, Or if the sun does not retire the sky will pour? Daffodils will never be elated without the hay, Owl will never sing her dirge in the day.
Honour does not pitch her tent,without value. Value herself will not sprout in the absence of self-discipline. Who is called the king with humans? Or does the Lion...