Or Bid The Soul Of Orpheus Sing

If There Be Any Difference Among Professed Believers As To The Sense Of Scripture, It Is Their Duty To Tolerate Such Difference In Each Other, Until God Shall Have Revealed The Truth To All.

Sweetest Echo, Sweetest Nymph, That Liv'st Unseen Within Thy Airy Shell, By Slow Meander's Margent Green, And In The Violet-embroidered Vale.

His Rod Revers'd, And Backward Mutters Of Dissevering Power.

In Argument With Men A Woman Ever Goes By The Worse, Whatever Be Her Cause.

So Shall The World Go On, To Good Malignant, To Bad Men Benign, Under Her Own Weight Groaning.