Dark With Excessive Bright.

Demoniac Frenzy, Moping Melancholy.

Sweetest Echo, Sweetest Nymph, That Liv'st Unseen Within Thy Airy Shell, By Slow Meander's Margent Green, And In The Violet-embroidered Vale.

If There Be Any Difference Among Professed Believers As To The Sense Of Scripture, It Is Their Duty To Tolerate Such Difference In Each Other, Until God Shall Have Revealed The Truth To All.

The End Of All Learning Is To Know God, And Out Of That Knowledge To Love And Imitate Him.

And Storied Windows Richly Dight, Casting A Dim Religious Light.