The way of the Creative works through change and transformation, so that each thing receives its true nature and destiny and comes into permanent accord with the Great Harmony: this is what furthers and what perseveres.

Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet To run amuck, and tilt at all I meet.

Fondly we think we honor merit then, when we but praise ourselves in other men.

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

Oh, blindness to the future! kindly giv'n, That each may fill the circle mark'd by heaven.

Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate.

Here thou, great Anna! Whom three realms obey, / Dost sometimes counsel take—and sometimes tea.