Oft in dreams invention we bestow to change a flounce or add a furbelow.

When to the Permanent is sacrificed the Mutable, the prize is thine: the drop returneth whence it came. The Open Path leads to the changeless change - Non-Being, the glorious state of Absoluteness, the Bliss past human thought.

Placed on this isthmus of a middle state.

Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear; Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend.

Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate.

A brain of feathers, and a heart of lead.

Women, as they are like riddles in being unintelligible, so generally resemble them in this, that they please us no longer once we know them.