To A Great Night, A Great Lanthorne.

The Thorne Comes Forth With The Point Forwards.

Who Says That Fictions Only And False Hair Become A Verse? Is There In Truth No Beauty? Is All Good Structure In A Winding Stair?

Knowledge Is No Burden.

An Oxe Is Taken By The Horns, And A Man By The Tongue.

Ill Natures, The More You Aske Them, The More They Stick.