What So Wild As Words Are?

The Common Problem, Yours, Mine, Everyone's Is ? Not To Fancy What Were Fair In Life Provided It Could Be ? But, Finding First What May Be, Then Find How To Make It Fair Up To Our Means.

I Count Life Just A Stuff To Try The Soul's Strength On.

Sing, Riding 's A Joy! For Me I Ride.

Though Rome's Gross Yoke Drops Off, No More To Be Endured, Her Teaching Is Not So Obscured By Errors And Perversities, That No Truth Shines Athwart The Lies.

Truth Is Truth Howe'er It Strike.