He Who Has One Enemy Shall Meet

Wake! For The Sun, Who Scatter'd Into Flight The Stars Before Him From The Field Of Night, Drives Night Along With Them From Heav'n, And Strikes The Sultan's Turret With A Shaft Of Light

By The Help Of God And With His Precious Assistance, I Say That Algebra Is A Scientific Art. The Objects With Which It Deals Are Absolute Numbers And Measurable Quantities Which, Though Themselves Unknown, Are Related To "things" Which Are Known, Whereby The Determination Of The Unknown Quantities Is Possible.

The Grape That Can With Logic Absolute The Two-and-seventy Jarring Sects Confute: The Sovereign Alchemist That In A Trice Life's Leaden Metal Into Gold Transmute.

I Wonder What The Vintners Buy One Half So Precious As The Stuff They Sell.

This Body Is A Tent Which For A Space Does The Pure Soul With Kingly Presence Grace; When He Departs, Comes The Tent-pitcher, Death, Strikes It, And Moves To A New Halting-place.