From Restless Thoughts, That, Like A Deadly

So Shall The World Go On, To Good Malignant, To Bad Men Benign, Under Her Own Weight Groaning.

All Hope Is Lost Of My Reception Into Grace; What Worse? For Where No Hope Is Left, Is Left No Fear.

Fame Is The Last Infirmity Of The Human Mind.

Aristotle ... Imputed This Symphony Of The Heavens ... This Music Of The Spheres To Pythagorus. ... But Pythagoras Alone Of Mortals Is Said To Have Heard This Harmony ... If Our Hearts Were As Pure, As Chaste, As Snowy As Pythagoras' Was, Our Ears Would Resound And Be Filled With That Supremely Lovely Music Of The Wheeling Stars.

The Spirit Of Man, Which God Inspired, Cannot Together Perish With This Corporeal Clod.