For Books Are As Meats And Viands

He Who Reigns Within Himself And Rules Passions, Desires, And Fears Is More Than A King.

Bacchus, That First From Out The Purple Grape Crush'd The Sweet Poison Of Misused Wine.

Still Paying, Still To Owe. Eternal Woe!

A Shout That Tore Hell's Concave, And Beyond / Frightened The Reign Of Chaos And Old Night.

Truth And Understanding Are Not Such Wares As To Be Monopolized And Traded In By Tickets And Statutes And Standards. We Must Not Think To Make A Staple Commodity Of All The Knowledge In The Land, To Mark And License It Like Our Broadcloth And Our Woolpacks.