Subdue By Force, Who Reason

And That Must End Us, That Must Be Our Cure: To Be No More. Sad Cure! For Who Would Lose, Though Full Of Pain, This Intellectual Being, Those Thoughts That Wander Through Eternity, To Perish, Rather, Swallowed Up And Lost In The Wide Womb Of Uncreated Night Devoid Of Sense And Motion?

How Charming Is Divine Philosophy! Not Harsh And Crabb

Herbs, And Other Country Messes, Which The Neat-handed Phillis Dresses.

Our Reason Is Our Law.

Taste This, And Be Henceforth Among The Gods Thyself A Goddess.