The Rising World Of Waters Dark And

Better To Reign In Hell Than Serve In Heav'n.

And What Is Faith, Love, Virtue Unassayed Alone, Without Exterior Help Sustained?

As In An Organ From One Blast Of Wind To Many A Row Of Pipes The Soundboard Breathes.

Nor Love Thy Life, Nor Hate; But What Thou Livest, Live Well; How Long, Or Short, Permit To Heaven.

This Is Servitude, To Serve The Unwise.