Let No Man Seek Henceforth

Anon Out Of The Earth A Fabric Huge Rose, Like An Exhalation.

What If Earth Be But The Shadow Of Heaven And Things Therein - Each Other Like, More Than On Earth Is Thought?

Revenge, At First Though Sweet, Bitter Ere Long Back On Itself Recoils.

Yet From Those Flames No Light, But Rather Darkness Visible.

It Is Not Virtue, Wisdom, Valour, Wit, Strength, Comeliness Of Shape, Or Amplest Merit, That Woman's Love Can Win, Or Long Inherit; But What It Is, Hard Is To Say, Harder To Hit.