There Is No Royal Road Or Ready

Sleep Is A Death, O Make Me Try By Sleeping, What It Is To Die, And As Gently Lay My Head On My Grave, As Now My Bed.

But The Iniquity Of Oblivion Blindly Scattereth Her Poppy, And Deals With The Memory Of Men Without Distinction To Merit Of Perpetuity.

Festination May Prove Precipitation; Deliberating Delay May Be Wise Cunctation.

Affection Should Not Be Too Sharp Eyed, And Love Is Not Made By Magnifying Glasses.

All Things Began In Order, So Shall They End, And So Shall They Begin Again, According To The Ordainer Of Order, And The Mystical Mathematicks Of The City Of Heaven.