'tis Well Averred, A Scientific Faith's Absurd.

Aspire, Break Bounds. Endeavor To Be Good, And Better Still, Best.

Generations Pass While Some Tree Stands, And Old Families Last Not Three Oaks.

Truth Is Within Ourselves; It Takes No Rise From Outward Things, Whate'er You May Believe. There Is An Inmost Centre In Us All, Where Truth Abides In Fulness; And Around, Wall Upon Wall, The Gross Flesh Hems It In, This Perfect, Clear Perception-which Is Truth. A Baffling And Perverting Carnal Mesh Binds It, And Makes All Error: And To Know Rather Consists In Opening Out A Way Whence The Imprisoned Splendour May Escape, Than In Effecting Entry For A Light Supposed To Be Without.

God Is The Perfect Poet.

If You Get Simple Beauty And Naught Else, You Get About The Best Thing God Invents.