There is a dreadful Hell, And everlasting pains; There sinners must with devils dwell In darkness, fire, and chains.
Roses grow on thorns and honey wears a sting.
To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One, Be honour, praise, and glory given By all on earth, and all in heaven.
What's amiss I'll strive to mend,And endure what can't be mended.
Affect not little shifts and subterfuges to avoid the force of an argument.
Though reading and conversation may furnish us with many ideas of men and things, yet it is our own meditation must form our judgment.