There Is No Book On Which We

They That Are Against Superstition Oftentimes Run Into It Of The Wrong Side. If I Will Wear All Colours But Black, Then Am I Superstitious In Not Wearing Black.

To Preach Long, Loud, And Damnation, Is The Way To Be Cried Up. We Love A Man That Damns Us, And We Run After Him Again To Save Us.

Wit And Wisdom Are Born With A Man.

Fine Wits Destroy Themselves With Their Own Plots, In Meddling With Great Affairs Of State.

Ignorance Of The Law Excuses No Man; Not That All Men Know The Law, But Because 'tis An Excuse Every Man Will Plead, And No Man Can Tell How To Refute Him.