Let Rufus weep, rejoice, stand, sit, or walk,
Still he can nothing but of Nævia talk:
Let him eat, drink, ask Questions, or dispute,
Still he must speak of Nævia, or be mute.
He writ to his Father, ending with this Line,
I am, my Lovely Nævia, ever thine.

I am...I am constantly moving in the direction of higher evolutionary impulses, creativity, abstraction, and meaning.

Force us to yield. ’Twill never be too late To sue6 for chains and own7 a conqueror. Why should Rome fall a moment ere her time? No, let us draw her term of freedom out 95 In its full length, and spin it to the last, So shall we gain still one day’s liberty; And let me perish, but in Cato’s judgment, A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.