Among the writers of all ages, some deserve fame, and have it; others neither have nor deserve it; some have it, not deserving it; others, though deserving it, yet totally miss it, or have it not equal to their deserts.

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.

But God himself is truth; in propagating which, as men display a greater integrity and zeal, they approach nearer to the similitude of God, and possess a greater portion of his love.

Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men; Unless there be who think not God at all.

Love-quarrels oft in pleasing concord end.

Evil on itself shall back recoil.

Justice divine Mends not her slowest pace for prayers or cries.