…all Things Created Have An Order In

Knowledge Comes Of Learning Well Retain'd, Unfruitful Else.

All Of Nature Is God's Art.

Through Me You Go Into A City Of Weeping; Through Me You Go Into Eternal Pain; Through Me You Go Amongst The Lost People

Conscience, That Boon Companion Who Sets A Man Free Under The Strong Breastplate Of Innocence, That Bids Him On And Fear Not.

The Mouse Had Fallen In With Evil Cats.