For God Is Like A Skilfull Geometrician.

Gravestones Tell Truth Scarce Forty Years.

There Are Wonders In True Affection. It Is A Body Of Enigmas, Mysteries, And Riddles, Wherein Two So Become One, As They Both Become Two.

The Religion Of One Seems Madness Unto Another.

Man Is A Noble Animal, Splendid In Ashes, And Pompous In The Grave.

But The Iniquity Of Oblivion Blindly Scattereth Her Poppy, And Deals With The Memory Of Men Without Distinction To Merit Of Perpetuity.