Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.

Whatever is, is in its causes just.

Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, Thou tyrant of the mind!

For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.

But how can finite grasp Infinity?

For mysterious things of faith, rely on the proponent, Heaven's authority.

Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.