I Must Not Quarrel With The Will

Subdue By Force, Who Reason For Their Law Refuse, Right Reason For Their Law.

I Will Point Ye Out The Right Path Of A Virtuous And Noble Education; Laborious Indeed At First Ascent, But Else So Smooth, So Green, So Full Of Goodly Prospect, And Melodious Sounds On Every Side, That The Harp Of Orpheus Was Not More Charming.

Few Sometimes May Know, When Thousands Err.

The Martyrs Shook The Powers Of Darkness With The Irresistible Power Of Weakness.

Anon Out Of The Earth A Fabric Huge Rose, Like An Exhalation.