Faithful Found Among The Faithless.

Therefore, If At Great Things Thou Wouldst Arrive, Get Riches First, Get Wealth.

Where Peace And Rest Can Never Dwell, Hope Never Comes, That Comes To All.

And These Gems Of Heav'n, Her Starry Train.

O Sun, To Tell Thee How I Hate Thy Beams That Bring To My Remembrance From What State I Fell, How Glorious Once Above Thy Sphere.

For Books Are Not Absolutely Dead Things, But Do Contain A Potency Of Life In Them To Be As Active As That Soul Was Whose Progeny They Are; Nay, They Do Preserve As In A Vial The Purest Efficacy And Extraction Of That Living Intellect That Bred Them.