Zeal, The Blind Conductor Of The Will.

Beware Of The Fury Of The Patient Man.

Thoughts Cannot Form Themselves In Words So Horrid As Can Express My Guilt.

To So Perverse A Sex All Grace Is Vain.

The Province Of The Soul Is Large Enough To Fill Up Every Cranny Of Your Time, And Leave You Much To Answer For If One Wretch Be Damned By Your Neglect.

Love Is Not In Our Choice But In Our Fate.