For The Air Of Youth, Hopeful And

The Very Essence Of Truth Is Plainness And Brightness; The Darkness And Crookedness Is Our Own. The Wisdom Of God Created Understanding, Fit And Proportionable To Truth, The Object And End Of It, As The Eye To The Thing Visible. If Our Understanding Have A Film Of Ignorance Over It, Or Be Blear With Gazing On Other False Glitterings, What Is That To Truth?

There Are No Songs Comparable To The Songs Of Zion, No Orations Equal To Those Of The Prophets, And No Politics Like Those Which The Scriptures Teach.

Death Is The Golden Key That Opens The Palace Of Eternity.

Midnight Shout And Revelry, Tipsy Dance And Jollity.

What Am I Pondering, You Ask? So Help Me God, Immortality.