Solitude Is Sometimes Best Society.

So Dear I Love Him, That With Him, All Deaths I Could Endure, Without Him, Live No Life.

A Crown Golden In Show, Is But A Wreath Of Thorns, Bring Dangers, Troubles, Cares, And Sleepless Nights To Him Who Wears The Regal Diadem

Who Kills A Man Kills A Reasonable Creature, God's Image; But He Who Destroys A Good Book, Kills Reason Itself, Kills The Image Of God, As It Were, In The Eye.

For Such Kind Of Borrowing As This, If It Be Not Bettered By The Borrowers, Among Good Authors Is Accounted Plagiarè.

The Great Creator From His Work Returned Magnificent, His Six Days' Work, A World.