Eternity Was In Our Lips And Eyes.

Come, And Take Choice Of All My Library, And So Beguile Thy Sorrow.

Do Not Spread The Compost On The Weeds.

My Will Enkindled By Mine Eyes And Ears, Two Traded Pilots 'twixt The Dangerous Shores Of Will And Judgment.

All Difficulties Are Easy When They Are Known.

This Is The Third Time; I Hope Good Luck Lies In Odd Numbers. Away; Go. They Say There Is Divinity In Odd Numbers, Either In Nativity, Chance, Or Death.