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Nothing Which Does Not Transport Is Poetry. The Lyre Is A Winged Instrument.

Order Is To Arrangement What The Soul Is To The Body, And What Mind Is To Matter.

Logic Is To Grammar What The Sense Of Words Is To Their Sound.

The Early And The Latter Part Of Human Life Are The Best, Or, At Least, The Most Worthy Of Respect; The One As The Age Of Innocence, The Other Of Reason.

Let Us Have Justice, And Then We Shall Have Enough Liberty!