And What Is Faith, Love,

His Sleep Was Aery Light, From Pure Digestion Bred.

The End Of All Learning Is To Know God, And Out Of That Knowledge To Love And Imitate Him.

Now I See Peace To Corrupt No Less Than War To Waste.

Sabrina Fair, Listen Where Thou Art Sitting Under The Glassy, Cool, Translucent Wave, In Twisted Braids Of Lilies Knitting The Loose Train Of Thy Amber-dropping Hair.

Heaven Is For Thee Too High To Know What Passes There; Be Lowly Wise. Think Only What Concerns Thee And Thy Being; Dream Not Of Other Worlds, What Creatures There Live, In What State, Condition, Or Degree, Contented That Thus Far Hath Been Revealed.