Praise Is A Debt We Owe Unto

With What Shift And Pains We Come Into The World We Remember Not; But 'tis Commonly Found No Easy Matter To Get Out Of It.

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.

As Reason Is A Rebel To Faith, So Passion Is A Rebel To Reason.

All Things Are Artificial, For Nature Is The Art Of God.

I Believe The World Grows Near Its End, Yet Is Neither Old Nor Decayed, Nor Will Ever Perish Upon The Ruins Of Its Own Principles.