And Live Like Nature's Bastards, Not Her

God Sure Esteems The Growth And Completing Of One Virtuous Person, More That The Restraint Of Ten Vicious.

The Liberty Of Conscience, Which Above All Other Things Ought To Be To All Men Dearest And Most Precious.

The Earth, Though In Comparison Of Heaven So Small, Nor Glistering, May Of Solid Good Contain More Plenty Than The Sun, That Barren Shines.

And, Re-assembling Our Afflicted Powers, Consult How We May Henceforth Most Offend.

With Ruin Upon Ruin, Rout On Rout, Confusion Worse Confounded.