He That Hath No Cross Deserves No

God Hath Given To Mankind A Common Library, His Creatures; To Every Man A Proper Book, Himself Being An Abridgment Of All Others. If Thou Read With Understanding, It Will Make Thee A Great Master Of Philosophy, And A True Servant Of The Divine Author: If Thou But Barely Read, It Will Make Thee Thine Own Wise Man And The Author's Fool.

Shine Son Of Glory, And My Sinnes Are Gonelike Twinkling Starres Before The Rising Sunne.

It Is A Most Just Punishment, That Man Should Lose That Freedom, Which Man Could Not Use, Yet Had Power To Keep, If He Would; And That He Who Had Knowledge To Do What Was Right, And Did Not Should Be Deprived Of The Knowledge Of What Was Right; And That He Who Would Not Do Righteously, When He Had The Power, Should Lose The Power To Do It, When He Had The Will.

Flatter Not Thyself In Thy Faith In God If Thou Hast Not Charity For Thy Neighbor.

The World's A Printing-house, Our Words, Our Thoughts, Our Deeds, Are Characters Of Several Sizes. Each Soul Is A Compos'tor, Of Whose Faults The Levites Are Correctors; Heaven Revises. Death Is The Common Press, From Whence Being Driven, We're Gather'd, Sheet By Sheet, And Bound For Heaven.