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Nothing Which We Can Imagine About Nature Is Incredible.

There Is An Herb Named In Latine Convolvulus (i.e. With Wind), Growing Among Shrubs And Bushes, With Carrieth A Flower Not Unlike To This Lilly, Save That It Yeeldeth No Smell Nor Hath Those Chives Within; For Whitenesse They Resemble One Another Very Much, As If Nature In Making This Floure Were A Learning And Trying Her Skill How To Frame The Lilly Indeed.

Many Dishes Bring Many Diseases.

The Depth Of Darkness To Which You Can Descend And Still Live Is An Exact Measure Of The Height To Which You Can Aspire To Reach.

True Glory Consists In Doing What Deserves To Be Written, And Writing What Deserves To Be Read.