God Has Made No One Absolute.

Arrogance Is A Weed Which Grows Upon A Dunghill; It Is From The Rankness Of The Soil That She Has Her Height And Spreadings: Witness, Clowns, Fools, And Fellows, Who From Nothing, Are Lifted Up Some Few Steps On Fortune's Ladder: Where, Seeing The Glorious Representment Of Honour Above Them, They Are So Eager To Embrace It, That They Strive To Leap Thither At Once, And By Over-reaching Themselves In The Way, They Fail Of The End, And Fall.

God Has Made No One Absolute.

Men Are Like Wine,--not Good Before The Lees Of Clownishness Be Settled.

He That Despairs Degrades The Deity, And Seems To Intimate That He Is Insufficient, Or Not Just To His Word; And In Vain Hath Read The Scriptures, The World, And Man.

Some Are So Uncharitable As To Think All Women Bad, And Others Are So Credulous As To Believe They Are All Good. All Will Grant Her Corporeal Frame More Wonderful And More Beautiful Than Man's. And Can We Think God Would Put A Worse Soul Into A Better Body?