Every Base Occupation Makes One

With A Tale, Forsooth, He Cometh Unto You; With A Tale Which Holdeth Children From Play, And Old Men From The Chimney Corner.

They Are Never Alone That Are Accompanied With Noble Thoughts.

As The Fertilest Ground, Must Be Manured, So Must The Highest Flying Wit Have A Daedalus To Guide Him.

If Any Sensual Weakness Arise, We Are To Yield All Our Sound Forces To The Overthrowing Of So Unnatural A Rebellion; Wherein How Can We Want Courage, Since We Are To Deal Against So Feeble An Adversary, That In Itself Is Nothing But Weakness? Nay, We Are To Resolve That If Reason Direct It, We Must Do It, And If We Must Do It, We Will Do It; For To Say "i Cannot" Is Childish, And "i Will Not" Is Womanish.

In The Truly Great, Virtue Governs With The Sceptre Of Knowledge.