It Is Medicine, Not Poison, I Offer

It Is Not I Who Die, When I Die, But My Sin And Misery.

Would That We Could At Once Paint With The Eyes! In The Long Way From The Eye Through The Arm To The Pencil, How Much Is Lost!

Let The Devil Catch You But By A Single Hair, And You Are His Forever.

A Heretic Is A Man Who Sees With His Own Eyes

They Make Glorious Shipwreck Who Are Lost In Seeking Worlds.