As Reason Is A Rebel To Faith,

Men Have Lost Their Reason In Nothing So Much As Their Religion, Wherein Stones And Clouts Make Martyrs.

Life Is A Pure Flame And We Live By An Invisible Sun Within Us.

Let Any Stranger Find Mee So Pleasant A County, Such Good Way, Large Heath, Three Such Places As Norwich, Yar. And Lin. In Any County Of England, And I'll Bee Once Again A Vagabond To Visit Them.

We Carry Within Us The Wonders We Seek Without Us.

To Me Avarice Seems Not So Much A Vice As A Deplorable Piece Of Madness.