There Is No Man Alone, Because Every

He That Unburied Lies Wants Not His Hearse, For Unto Him A Tomb's The Universe.

As For Those Wingy Mysteries In Divinity, And Airy Subtleties In Religion, Which Have Unhinged The Brains Of Better Heads, They Never Stretched The Pia Mater Of Mine; Methinks There Be Not Impossibilities Enough In Religion For An Active Faith.

Things Evidently False Are Not Only Printed, But Many Things Of Truth Most Falsely Set Forth.

Many-have Too Rashly Charged The Troops Of Error, And Remain As Trophies Unto The Enemies Of Truth.

The Vices We Scoff At In Others Laugh At Us Within Ourselves.