Not To Know Me Argues Yourselves Unknown.

The Stars, That Nature Hung In Heaven, And Filled Their Lamps With Everlasting Oil, Give Due Light To The Misled And Lonely Traveller.

Who Can Enjoy Alone? Or All Enjoying What Contentment Find?

His Rod Revers'd, And Backward Mutters Of Dissevering Power.

Let None Admire That Riches Grow In Hell; That Soil May Best Deserve The Precious Bane.

Thoughts That Voluntary Move Harmonious Numbers.