What is now proved was once only imagined.
Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth.
Children of the future age Reading this indignant page Know that in a former time Love, sweet love, was thought a crime
Kill not the moth nor butterfly, For the Last Judgement draweth nigh.
When I tell the truth, it is not for the sake of convincing those who do not know it, but for the sake of defending those that do.
If you would help another man, you must do so in minute particulars.