The Labor We Delight In Physics [cures]

A Pair Of Star-crossed Lovers.

Against Self-slaughter There Is A Prohibition So Divine That Cravens My Weak Hand.

Do Not, As Some Ungracious Pastors Do, Show Me The Steep And Thorny Way To Heaven; Whilst, Like A Puff'd And Reckless Libertine, Himself The Primrose Path Of Dalliance Treads And Recks Not His Own Read.

There Is Not One Wise Man In Twenty That Will Praise Himself.

The Present Eye Praises The Present Object.