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.

Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.

This long disease, my life.

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.

Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.

There is nothing that is meritorious but virtue and friendship.

As some to church repair, Not for the doctrine, but the music there. These equal syllables alone require, Though oft the ear the open vowels tire While expletives their feeble aid do join, And ten low words oft creep in one dull line.