Never King Dropped Out Of The Clouds.

Twas An Unhappy Division That Has Been Made Between Faith And Works; Though In My Intellect I May Divide Them, Just As In The Candle I Know There Is Both Light And Heat. But Yet, Put Out The Candle, And They Are Both Gone.

We See The Judges Look Like Lions, But We Do Not See Who Moves Them.

The Hall Was The Place Where The Great Lord Used To Eat . . . He Ate Not In Private, Except In Time Of Sickness . . . Nay, The King Himself Used To Eat In The Hall, And His Lords Sat With Him, And He Understood Men.

We Measure The Excellency Of Other Men By Some Excellency We Conceive To Be In Ourselves.

'tis Not The Eating, Nor 'tis Not The Drinking That Is To Be Blamed, But The Excess.