Pride is still aiming at the best houses: Men would be angels, angels >>
Be not the first by which a new thing is tried, or the last to lay the >>
You beat your Pate, and fancy Wit will come: Knock as you please, ther >>
In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order. >>
Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos! is restored; dies before thy uncreating w >>
Chaos is the score upon which reality is written. >>
Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos! is restored; dies before thy uncreating word: thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall; and universal darkness buries all.