Necessity Makes An Honest Man A Knave.

And Of All Plagues With Which Mankind Are Curst, Ecclesiastic Tyranny's The Worst.

Now, Said I Aloud, My Dear Father's Words Are Come To Pass: God's Justice Has Overtaken Me, And I Have None To Help Or Hear Me: I Rejected The Voice Of Providence.

The Height Of Human Wisdom Is To Bring Our Tempers Down To Our Circumstances, And To Make A Calm Within, Under The Weight Of The Greatest Storm Without.

I Know Not What To Call This, Nor Will I Urge That It Is A Secret, Overruling Decree, That Hurries Us On To Be The Instruments Of Our Own Destruction, Even Though It Be Before Us, And That We Rush Upon It With Our Eyes Open.

How Strange A Checker-work Of Providence Is The Life Of Man!