Death From Sin No Power Can Separate.

Assuredly We Bring Not Innocence Not The World, We Bring Impurity Much Rather: That Which Purifies Us Is Trial, And Trial Is By What Is Contrary.

And The Earth Self-balanced On Her Centre Hung.

Thus Belial, With Words Clothed In Reason's Garb, Counseled Ignoble Ease, And Peaceful Sloth, Not Peace.

Spirits When They Please Can Either Sex Assume, Or Both.

Nothing Profits More Than Self-esteem, Grounded On What Is Just And Right.