Not Chaos, not the darkest pit of lowest Erebus, nor aught of blinder >>
A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a co >>
Come into the light of things. Let nature be your teacher. >>
Infancy conforms to nobody: all conform to it, so that one babe common >>
I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy >>
Everyone knows that by far the happiest and universally enjoyable age >>
Mark the babe not long accustomed to this breathing world; One that hath barely learned to shape a smile, though yet irrational of soul, to grasp with tiny finger -- to let fall a tear; And, as the heavy cloud of sleep dissolves, To stretch his limbs, becoming, as might seem. The outward functions of intelligent man.