As Soon As There Was Two There

Thou Art Slave To Fate, Chance, Kings, And Desperate Men, And Dost With Poison, War, And Sickness Dwell, And Poppy, Or Charms, Can Make Us Sleep As Well, And Better Than Thy Stroke. Why Swell'st Thou Then?

How Imperfect Is All Our Knowledge!

How Great Love Is, Presence Best Trial Makes, But Absence Tries How Long This Love Will Be.

Keep Us, Lord, So Awake In The Duties Of Our Calling That We May Sleep In Thy Peace And Wake In Thy Glory.

A Mathematical Point Is The Most Indivisble And Unique Thing Which Art Can Present.