God Loveth The Clean.

In One And The Same Fire, Clay Grows Hard And Wax Melts.

For Fountains, They Are A Great Beauty And Refreshment, But Pools Mar All, And Make The Garden Unwholesome, And Full Of Flies And Frogs.

Nothing Is To Be Feared But Fear Itself. Nothing Grievous But To Yield To Grief.

Nay, Number Itself In Armies Importeth Not Much, Where The People Is Of Weak Courage; For, As Virgil Saith, It Never Troubles The Wolf How Many The Sheep Be.

Never Any Knowledge Was Delivered In The Same Order It Was Invented.