Rich The Treasure, Sweet The Pleasure,- Sweet

None Would Live Past Years Again, Yet All Hope Pleasure In What Yet Remain; And, From The Dregs Of Life, Think To Receive, What The First Sprightly Running Could Not Give.

And That The Scriptures, Though Not Everywhere Free From Corruption, Or Entire, Or Clear, Are Uncorrupt, Sufficient, Clear, Entire In All Things Which Our Needful Faith Require.

Accurst Ambition, How Dearly I Have Bought You.

For Truth Has Such A Face And Such A Mien, As To Be Loved Needs Only To Be Seen.

Restless At Home, And Ever Prone To Range.