Time Hath A Taming Hand.

The Love Of Our Private Friends Is The Only Preparatory Exercise For The Love Of All Men.

Learn To Do Thy Part And Leave The Rest To Heaven.

Every Breath Of Air And Ray Of Light And Heat, Every Beautiful Prospect, Is, As It Were, The Skirts Of The (angel's) Garments, The Waving Robes Of Those Whose Faces See God.

I Want A Laitywho Know Their Creed So Well, That They Can Give An Account Of It, Who Know So Much Of History That They Can Defend It.

This Is What The Church Is Said To Want, Not Party Men, But Sensible, Temperate, Sober, Well-judging Persons, To Guide It Through The Channel Of No-meaning, Between The Scylla And Charybdis Of Aye And No.