No Religion Is Better Than An Unnatural

False-dealing Travels A Short Road, And Surely Detected.

Unless Virtue Guide Us Our Choice Must Be Wrong.

For Death Is No More Than A Turning Of Us Over From Time To Eternity.

My Prison Shall Be My Grave Before I Will Budge A Jot; For I Owe My Conscience To No Mortal Man.

The Country Life Is To Be Preferred, For There We See The Works Of God; But In Cities Little Else But The Works Of Men. And The One Makes A Better Subject For Contemplation Than The Other.