Royalty Is But A Feather In A

What Is All Our Histories, But God Showing Himself, Shaking And Trampling On Everything That He Has Not Planted.

Men Have Been Led In Dark Paths, Through The Providence And Dispensation Of God. Why, Surely It Is Not To Be Objected To A Man, For Who Can Love To Walk In The Dark? But Providence Doth Often So Dispose.

I Was By Birth A Gentleman, Living Neither In Any Considerable Height Nor Yet In Obscurity.

Make The Iron Hot By Striking It.

Keep Your Faith In God, But Keep Your Powder Dry.