Naught can deform the human race Like to the armor's iron brace.

Where others see but the dawn coming over the hill, I see the soul of God shouting for joy.

Men are admitted into heaven not because they have curbed or governed their passions, but because they have cultivate their understandings.

You smile with pomp and rigor, you talk of benevolence and virtue; I act with benevolence and virtue and get murdered time after time.

When nations grow old the Arts grow cold And commerce settles on every tree

Time is the mercy of Eternity; without Time's swiftness Which is the swiftest of all things, all were eternal torment.

Everything to be imagined is an image of truth.