Our Torments Also May In Length Of

Moping Melancholy And Moon-struck Madness.

Where Peace And Rest Can Never Dwell, Hope Never Comes, That Comes To All.

I Must Not Quarrel With The Will Of Highest Dispensation, Which Herein, Haply Had Ends Above My Reach To Know.

Our Reason Is Our Law.

It Was From Out The Rind Of One Apple Tasted, That The Knowledge Of Good And Evil, As Two Twins Cleaving Together, Leaped Forth Into The World.