If You Are For A Merry Jaunt,

The Fates But Only Spin The Coarser Clue; The Finest Of The Wool Is Left For You.

And Plenty Makes Us Poor.

For Granting We Have Sinned, And That The Offence Of Man Is Made Against Omnipotence, Some Price That Bears Proportion Must Be Paid, And Infinite With Infinite Be Weighed.

Truth Is The Foundation Of All Knowledge And The Cement Of All Societies.

He Who Would Pry Behind The Scenes Oft Sees A Counterfeit.