The Tree of Knowledge grew fast by, Knowledge of Good bought dear by knowing ill.
He that hath light within their own breast, may sit in the centre and enjoy bright day.
All is not lost, the unconquerable will, and study of revenge, immortal hate, and the courage never to submit or yield.
The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
But infinite in pardon is my Judge.
There is nothing that making men rich and strong but that which they carry inside of them. True wealth is of the heart, not of the hand.