The Irresolute Man Flecks From One Egg

Meditation Is The Soul's Perspective Glass, Whereby, In Her Long Remove, She Discerneth God, As If He Were Nearer At Hand.

Shall I Speak Truly What I Now See Below? The World Is All A Carkass, Smoak And Vanity, The Shadow Of A Shadow, A Play And In One Word, Just Nothing.

Truth And Fidelity Are The Pillars Of The Temple Of The World; When These Are Broken, The Fabric Falls, And Crushes All To Pieces.

Perfection Is Immutable. But For Things Imperfect Change Is The Way To Perfect Them. It Gets The Name Of Wilfulness When It Will Not Admit Of A Lawful Change To The Better. Therefore Constancy Without Knowledge Cannot Be Always Good. In Things Ill It Is Not Virtue, But An Absolute Vice.

Reason And Right Give The Quickest Despatch.