Yet From Those Flames No Light, But

And Yet On The Other Hand Unless Warinesse Be Us'd, As Good Almost Kill A Man As Kill A Good Book; Who Kills A Man Kills A Reasonable Creature, Gods Image, But Hee Who Destroyes A Good Booke, Kills Reason It Selfe, Kills The Image Of God, As It Were In The Eye.

For To Interpose A Little Ease, Let Our Frail Thoughts Dally With False Surmise.

To Be Weak Is Miserable, Doing Or Suffering.

My Sentence Is For Open War.

To Be Blind Is Not Miserable; Not To Be Able To Bear Blindness, That Is Miserable.