I Long To Hear The Story Of

If She Lives Till Doomsday, She'll Burn A Week Longer Than The Whole World.

Modest Doubt Is Called The Beacon Of The Wise.

The Error Of Our Eye Directs Our Mind. What Error Leads Must Err.

Trust Not My Reading, Nor My Observations, Which With Experimental Seal Do Warrant The Tenor Of My Book.

One Whom The Music Of His Own Vain Tongue Doth Ravish Like Enchanting Harmony.