O welcome pure-eyed Faith, white handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings.

Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible.

But infinite in pardon is my Judge.

For other things mild Heav'n a time ordains, And disapproves that care, though wise in show, That with superfluous burden loads the day, And when God sends a cheerful hour, refrains.

Let us descend now therefore from this top Of speculation.

The liberty of conscience, which above all other things ought to be to all men dearest and most precious.

God sure esteems the growth and completing of one virtuous person, more that the restraint of ten vicious.