If Thou Follow Thy Star, Thou Canst

The Whole Universe Is But The Footprint Of The Divine Goodness.

As The Geometer Intently Seeks To Square The Circle, But He Cannot Reach, Through Thought On Thought, The Principle He Needs, So I Searched That Strange Sight.

Those Ancients Who In Poetry Presented The Golden Age, Who Sang Its Happy State, Perhaps, In Their Parnassus, Dreamt This Place. Here, Mankind's Root Was Innocent; And Here Were Every Fruit And Never-ending Spring; These Streams--the Nectar Of Which Poets Sing.

Nature Is The Art Of God.

Three Sparks - Pride, Envy, And Avarice - Have Been Kindled In All Hearts.