EDITORIAL NOTE TO POETRY

77 When no new voice was heard, Ye made from old words A law: When life grows stark, there shoots up the law. 78 What none can refute Ye say must be true? Oh, ye innocents! 79 Art thou strong? Strong as an ass? Strong as God? Art thou proud? So proud as to flaunt Unashamed thy conceit? 80 Beware, And ne'er beat the drum Of thy destiny I Go out of the way From