Impostor; Do Not Charge Most Innocent Nature,

Those Whom Reason Hath Equalled, Force Hath Made Supreme

So May'st Thou Live, Till Like Ripe Fruit Thou Drop Into Thy Mother's Lap, Or Be With Ease Gathered, Not Harshly Plucked, For Death Mature: This Is Old Age; But Then Thou Must Outlive Thy Youth, Thy Strength, Thy Beauty, Which Will Change To Withered Weak And Grey.

It Is Not Hard For Any Man Who Hath A Bible In His Hand To Borrow Good Words And Holy Sayings In Abundance; But To Make Them His Own Is A Work Of Grace Only From Above.

What Boots It At One Gate To Make Defence, And At Another To Let In The Foe?

The Spirit Of Man, Which God Inspired, Cannot Together Perish With This Corporeal Clod.