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Better To Shun The Bait Than Struggle In The Snare.

The True Method Of Knowledge Is Experiment.

The Pure Soul Shall Mount On Native Wings, . . . And Cut A Path Into The Heaven Of Glory.

Every Thing Possible To Be Believ'd Is An Image Of Truth.

The Sick Rose O Rose, Thou Art Sick. The Invisible Worm That Flies In The Night In The Howling Storm Has Found Out Thy Bed Of Crimson Joy, And His Dark Secret Love Does Thy Life Destroy.