Evil On Itself Shall Back Recoil.

New Presbyter Is But Old Priest Writ Large.

For So I Created Them Free And Free They Must Remain.

Be Lowly Wise: Think Only What Concerns Thee And Thy Being.

In Those Vernal Seasons Of The Year When The Air Is Calm And Pleasant, It Were An Injury And Sullenness Against Nature Not To Go Out And See Her Riches, And Partake In Her Rejoicing With Heaven And Earth.

Good Luck Befriend Thee, Son; For At Thy Birth The Fairy Ladies Danced Upon The Hearth.