For what can war, but endless war, still breed?

My latest found, Heaven's last, best gift, my ever new delight!

How oft, in nations gone corrupt, And by their own devices brought down to servitude, That man chooses bondage before liberty. Bondage with ease before strenuous liberty.

Truth is compared in Scripture to a streaming fountain; if her waters flow not in perpetual progression, they sicken into a muddy pool of conformity and tradition.

For books are as meats and viands are; some of good, some of evil sub-stance.

Who overcomes by force, hath overcome but half his foe.

Solitude is sometimes best society.