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Where Both Are Friends, It Is Right To Prefer Truth.

As I Am Writing, Another Illustration Of Ye Generation Of Hills Proposed Above Comes Into My Mind. Milk Is As Uniform A Liquor As Ye Chaos Was. If Beer Be Poured Into It & Ye Mixture Let Stand Till It Be Dry, The Surface Of Ye Curdled Substance Will Appear As Rugged & Mountanous As The Earth In Any Place.

He That In Ye Mine Of Knowledge Deepest Diggeth, Hath, Like Every Other Miner, Ye Least Breathing Time, And Must Sometimes At Least Come To Terr. Alt. For Air.

Oh Diamond! Diamond! Thou Little Knowest The Mischief Done! [apocryphal]

God In The Beginning Formed Matter In Solid, Massy, Hard, Impenetrable, Movable Particles, Of Such Sizes And Figures, And With Such Other Properties, And In Such Proportion To Space, As Most Conduced To The End For Which He Formed Them.