We All Labour Against Our Own Cure,

I Have Loved My Friends As I Do Virtue, My Soul, My God.

Had Not Almost Every Man Suffered By The Press, Or Were Not The Tyranny Thereof Become Universal, I Had Not Wanted Reason For Complaint.

I Have Often Admired The Mystical Way Of Pythagoras, And The Secret Magick Of Numbers.

A Wise Man Is Out Of The Reach Of Fortune.

For There Is A Music Wherever There Is A Harmony, Order, Or Proportion, And Thus Far We May Maintain The Music Of The Spheres.