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If This Fail, The Pillar'd Firmament Is Rottenness, And Earth's Base Built On Stubble.

What In Me Is Dark Illumine, What Is Low Raise And Support, That To The Height Of This Great Argument I May Assert Eternal Providence, And Justify The Ways Of God To Men. 1 Paradise Lost. Book I. Line 22.

Most Men Admire Virtue Who Follow Not Her Lore.

What Needs My Shakespeare For His Honour'd Bones,- The Labour Of An Age In Piled Stones? Or That His Hallow'd Relics Should Be Hid Under A Star-y-pointing Pyramid? Dear Son Of Memory, Great Heir Of Fame, What Need'st Thou Such Weak Witness Of Thy Name?

Herbs, And Other Country Messes, Which The Neat-handed Phillis Dresses.