And To The Faithful: Death, The Gate

Freely We Serve, Because Freely We Love.

Contemplation Is Wisdom's Best Nurse.

Blind Mouths! That Scarce Themselves Know How To Hold A Sheep-hook.

God, Who Oft Descends To Visit Men Unseen, And Through Their Habitations Walks To Mark Their Doings.

The Very Essence Of Truth Is Plainness And Brightness; The Darkness And Crookedness Is Our Own. The Wisdom Of God Created Understanding, Fit And Proportionable To Truth, The Object And End Of It, As The Eye To The Thing Visible. If Our Understanding Have A Film Of Ignorance Over It, Or Be Blear With Gazing On Other False Glitterings, What Is That To Truth?