Come And Trip It As Ye Go

And Oft, Though Wisdom Wake, Suspicion Sleeps At Wisdom's Gate, And To Simplicity Resigns Her Charge, While Goodness Thinks No Ill Where No Ill Seems.

It Is Chastity, My Brother. She That Has That Is Clad In Complete Steel.

Reason Also Is Choice.

Thoughts That Voluntary Move Harmonious Numbers.

It Was From Out The Rind Of One Apple Tasted, That The Knowledge Of Good And Evil, As Two Twins Cleaving Together, Leaped Forth Into The World.