For All Eternity, I Forgive You And

There Is A Place Where Contrarieties Are Equally True.

The Ancient Poets Animated All Sensible Objects With Gods Or Geniuses, Calling Them By The Names And Adorning Them With The Properties Of Woods, Rivers, Mountains, Lakes, Cities, Nations, And Whatever Their Enlarged & Numerous Senses Could Perceive.

On No Other Ground Can I Sow My Seed Without Tearing Up Some Stinking Weed.

Come Live, And Be Merry, And Join With Me, To Sing The Sweet Chorus Of 'ha Ha He!

I Must Create A System, Or Be Enslav'd By Another Man's.