The Revelations of Devout and Learn'd Who rose before us, and as Prophets burn'd, Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep They told their comrades, and to Sleep return'd.

The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.

Fools, your reward is neither here nor there.

Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!

The value of three things is justly appreciated by all classes of men: youth, by the old; health, by the diseased; and wealth, by the needy.

A hair divides what is false and true.

The secret must be kept from all non-people. The mystery must be hidden from all idiots.