This is a momentous ocassion. Never has so much been owed by so many to so few. I wandered lonely as a cloud. We have tested and tasted to much lover. Through a chink to wide there comes in no wonder. Those who thou thinkest thou dost overthrow die not poor death nor yet canst thou kill me!! And my reformation glittering o'er my fault shall show more goodly and attract more eyes than that which hath no foil to start me off.