Young Men Mend Not Their Sight By

Without Outward Declarations, Who Can Conclude An Inward Love?

He Must Pull Out His Own Eyes, And See No Creature, Before He Can Say, He Sees No God; He Must Be No Man, And Quench His Reasonable Soul, Before He Can Say To Himself, There Is No God.

I Am A Little World Made Cunningly.

If I Lose At Play, I Blaspheme; If My Fellow Loses, He Blasphemes. So, God Is Always The Loser.

What If This Present Were The World's Last Night?