O World, As God Has Made It!

Tis Looking Downward Makes One Dizzy.

I Think, Am Sure, A Brother's Love Exceeds All The World's Loves In Its Unworldliness.

Though Rome's Gross Yoke Drops Off, No More To Be Endured, Her Teaching Is Not So Obscured By Errors And Perversities, That No Truth Shines Athwart The Lies.

My Care Is For Myself; Myself Am Whole And Sole Reality.

Smiling The Boy Fell Dead.