This Book is written by Arthur Osborne.
All right, let him aspire, the evil ghost—
Better a tiger yoked than a tiger wild.
Let him aspire, but do not be beguiled:
Though he take arms against the rebel host
Of turbulent desires
His own lust sires,
Yet will he never slay
Himself, their leader. All is but a play.Though he has caught a dim, breeze-wafted strain
Of heavenly music, and from lesser gain
Turns to the great,
Yet it is not his fate
To enter through that gate.
His role in the grand drama is to be
The victim at the altar finally.