Education forms the common mind. Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined.
Nay, fly to altars; there they'll talk you dead; For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
As the twig is bent, so grows the tree.
So upright Quakers please both man and God.
Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God, afraid of me.
What Reason weaves, by Passion is undone.