There Is No Truth Sure Enough To

This Is Servitude, To Serve The Unwise.

God Is Thy Law, Thou Mine.

If Weakness May Excuse, What Murderer, What Traitor, Parricide, Incestuous, Sacrilegious, But May Plead It? All Wickedness Is Weakness; That Plea, Therefore, With God Or Man Will Gain Thee No Remission.

Fame Is The Spur That The Clear Spirit Doth Raise

What Am I Pondering, You Ask? So Help Me God, Immortality.