Quel monstre est-ce, que cette goutte de semence, de qnoy 

 nous sommes produits, porte en soy les impressions, non de la 

 forme corporelle settlement, mais des pensements de nos peres. 

 MONTAIGNE. 



From the hand of Him that loves her ere she sees the day, 

 the soul comes like a babe. Springing from her blessed Maker, 

 she quickly turns to that which yields her joy. DANTE: Purga- 

 torio, xvi. 84. 



