Farewell Happy Fields, Where Joy Forever Dwells:

If Weakness May Excuse, What Murderer, What Traitor, Parricide, Incestuous, Sacrilegious, But May Plead It? All Wickedness Is Weakness; That Plea, Therefore, With God Or Man Will Gain Thee No Remission.

For Books Are Not Absolutely Dead Things, But Do Contain A Potency Of Life In Them To Be As Active As That Soul Was Whose Progeny They Are; Nay, They Do Preserve As In A Vial The Purest Efficacy And Extraction Of That Living Intellect That Bred Them.

Know Thy Birth! For Dost Thou Art, And Shalt To Dust Return.

Seas Wept From Our Deep Sorrows.

Most Men Admire Virtue Who Follow Not Her Lore.