He's Loved Of The Distracted Multitude, Who

Light, Seeking Light, Doth Light Of Light Beguile

Time Be Thine, And Thy Best Graces Spend It At Thy Will.

Now I Will Believe That There Are Unicorns.

Spirits Are Not Finely Touched But To Fine Issues, Nor Nature Never Lends The Smallest Scruple Of Her Excellence But Like A Thrifty Goddess She Determines Herself The Glory Of A Creditor,both Thanks And Use.

God Is Our Fortress, In Whose Conquering Name Let Us Resolve To Scale Their Flinty Bulwarks.