Let No Man Seek Henceforth To Be

New Presbyter Is But Old Priest Writ Large.

There Is No Truth Sure Enough To Justify Persecution.

Thus I Set My Printless Feet O'er The Cowslip's Velvet Head, That Bends Not As I Tread.

God Doth Not Need Either Man's Work Or His Own Gifts. Who Best Bear His Mild Yoke, They Serve Him Best. His State Is Kingly: Thousands At His Bidding Speed, And Post O'er Land And Ocean Without Rest; They Also Serve Who Only Stand And Wait.

Few Sometimes May Know, When Thousands Err.