If this fail, The pillar'd firmament is rottenness, And earth's base built on stubble.

Luck is the residue of design.

But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began.

God has set labor and rest, as day and night to men successive.

We read not that Christ ever exercised force but once; and that was to drive profane ones out of his Temple, not to force them in.

Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe That all was lost.

And yet on the other hand unless warinesse be us'd, as good almost kill a Man as kill a good Book; who kills a Man kills a reasonable creature, Gods Image, but hee who destroyes a good Booke, kills reason it selfe, kills the Image of God, as it were in the eye.