The Human Race Finds Itself In A

I Am Searching For That Which Every Man Seeks-peace And Rest.

Honor Is The Greatest Poet.

The Greatest Gift That God In His Bounty Made In Creation, And The Most Conformable To His Goodness, And That Which He Prizes The Most, Was The Freedom Of Will, With Which The Creatures With Intelligence, They All And They Alone, Were And Are Endowed.

Lost Are We, And Are Only So Far Punished, That Without Hope We Live On In Desire.

It Is No Learning To Understand What You Do Not Retain.