Religion Is Not A Melancholy, The Spirit

Despair Is The Damp Of Hell, As Joy Is The Serenity Of Heaven.

We Love And Understand Talent; We Wish It Be Within Us. The Truly Gifted, Those Exceptional Few, Must Wait For The World To Catch Up.

From Rest And Sleep, Which But Thy Pictures Be, Much Pleasure, Then From Thee Much More, Must Flow, And Soonest Our Best Men With Thee Do Go, Rest Of Their Bones, And Soul's Delivery.

Whilst My Physicians By Their Love Are Grown Cosmographers, And I Their Map, Who Lie Flat On This Bed.

Though Truth And Falsehood Be Near Twins, Yet Truth A Little Elder Is.