Reason And Right Give The Quickest Despatch.

Virtue Dwells At The Head Of A River, To Which We Cannot Get But By Rowing Against The Stream.

Zeal Without Humanity Is Like A Ship Without A Rudder, Liable To Be Stranded At Any Moment

When I But Hear Her Sing, I Fare Like One That Raised, Holds His Ear To Some Bright Star In The Supremest Round; Through Which, Besides The Light That's Seen There May Be Heard, From Heaven Within, The Rests Of Anthems, That The Angels Sound.

He That Despairs Degrades The Deity, And Seems To Intimate That He Is Insufficient, Or Not Just To His Word; And In Vain Hath Read The Scriptures, The World, And Man.

There Is No One Subsists By Himself Alone.