I Have Tried If I Could Reach

For God Is Like A Skilfull Geometrician.

Praise Is A Debt We Owe Unto The Virtue Of Others, And Due Unto Our Own From All Whom Malice Hath Not Made Mutes, Or Envy Struck Dumb.

I Can Cure The Gout Or Stone In Some, Sooner Than Divinity, Pride, Or Avarice In Others.

Do The Devils Lie? No; For Then Even Hell Could Not Subsist.

We Carry Within Us The Wonders We Seek Without Us.