Look On Beauty, And You

Thou Shalt Not Stir One Foot To Seek A Foe.

Rumor Is A Pipe Blown By Surmises, Jealousies, Conjectures.

Angels And Ministers Of Grace Defend Us! Be Thou A Spirit Of Health, Or Goblin Damn'd, Bring With Thee Airs From Heaven, Or Blasts From Hell, Be Thy Intents Wicked, Or Charitable, Thou Com'st In Such A Questionable Shape, That I Will Speak To Thee.

We Cannot Conceive Of Matter Being Formed Of Nothing, Since Things Require A Seed To Start From... Therefore There Is Not Anything Which Returns To Nothing, But All Things Return Dissolved Into Their Elements.

He Is As Full Of Valor As Of Kindness. Princely In Both.