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A Right Judgment Draws Us A Profit From All Things We See .

This Goodly Frame, The Earth, Seems To Me A Sterile Promontory, This Most Excellent Canopy, The Air, Look You, This Brave O'erhanging Firmament, This Majestical Roof Fretted With Golden Fire, Why, It Appears No Other Thing To Me Than A Foul And Pestilent Congregation Of Vapours. What A Piece Of Work Is A Man! How Noble In Reason! How Infinite In Faculty! In Form And Moving How Express And Admirable! In Action How Like An Angel! In Apprehension How Like A God! The Beauty Of The World! The Paragon Of Animals! And Yet, To Me, What Is This Quintessence Of Dust?

We Came Into The World Like Brother And Brother, And Now Let's Go Hand In Hand, Not One Before Another.

A Virtuous And A Christianlike Conclusion-- To Pray For Them That Have Done Scathe To Us.

But The Strong Base And Building Of My Love Is As The Very Centre Of The Earth, Drawing All Things To It.