Let None Henceforth Seek Needless

Yet Some There Be That By Due Steps Aspire To Lay Their Just Hands On That Golden Key That Opes The Palace Of Eternity.

Back To Thy Punishment, False Fugitive, And To Thy Speed Add Wings.

If By Prayer Incessant I Could Hope To Change The Will Of Him Who All Things Can, I Would Not Cease To Weary Him With My Assiduous Cries; But Prayer Against His Absolute Decree No More Avails Than Breath Against The Wind Blown Stifling Back On Him That Breathes It Forth: Therefore To His Great Bidding I Submit.

Or Sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's Child!

Contemplation Is Wisdom's Best Nurse.