By That Sin Fell The Angels.

Youth To Itself Rebels, Though None Else Near.

Beauty Itself Doth Of Itself Persuade The Eyes Of Men Without An Orator.

My Life, My Joy, My Food, My Ail The World!

You Will Never Age For Me, Nor Fade, Nor Die.

Trust Not My Reading, Nor My Observations, Which With Experimental Seal Do Warrant The Tenor Of My Book.