Fear Of Change Perplexes Monarchs.

The Liberty Of Conscience, Which Above All Other Things Ought To Be To All Men Dearest And Most Precious.

And Fast By, Hanging In A Golden Chain, This Pendent World, In Bigness As A Star Of Smallest Magnitude, Close By The Moon.

Virtue Hath No Tongue To Check Vice's Pride.

Freely We Serve, Because Freely We Love.

It Were A Journey Like The Path To Heaven, To Help You Find Them.