Then hold up your heads, oh ye Helots, blood potential flows through your veins.

All of us have monarchs and sages for kinsmen; nay, angels and archangels for cousins; since in antediluvian days, the sons of God did verily wed with our mothers, the irresistible daughters of Eve.
Thus all generations are blended: and heaven and earth of one kin: the hierarchies of seraphs in the uttermost skies; the thrones and principalities in the zodiac; the shades that roam throughout space; the nations and families, flocks and folds of the earth; one and all, brothers in essence--oh, be we then brothers indeed! All things form but one whole; the universe a Judea, and God Jehovah its head.

Then no more let us start with affright.

In a theocracy, what is to fear?
Let us compose ourselves to death as fagged horsemen sleep in the saddle.

Let us welcome even ghosts when they rise.