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.
I wonder what the vintners buy one half so precious as the stuff they sell.
Justice is the soul of the universe.
Yes, the first morning of creation wrote what the last dawn of reckoning shall read.
The secret must be kept from all non-people. The mystery must be hidden from all idiots.