Therefore I Summon Age / To Grant

For The Preacher's Merit Or Demerit, It Were To Be Wished That The Flaws Were Fewer In The Earthen Vessel, Holding Treasure, But The Main Thing Is, Does It Hold Good Measure Heaven Soon Sets Right All Other Matters!

The Lie Was Dead And Damned, And Truth Stood Up Instead.

No Work Begun Shall Ever Pause For Death.

'tis An Awkward Thing To Play With Souls.

Of What I Call God, And Fools Call Nature.