So dear I love him, that with him, all deaths I could endure, without him, live no life.

He that has light within his own clear breast May sit in the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeon.

Who shall silence all the airs and madrigals that whisper softness in chambers?

God is decreeing to begin some newand great period in his Church, even to the reforming of Reformation itself. What does he then but reveal Himself to his servants, and as his manner is, first to his Englishmen?

Education of youth is not a bow for every man to shoot in that counts himself a teacher; but will require sinews almost equal to those which Homer gave to Ulysses.

This is servitude, To serve the unwise.

Immediate are the acts of God, more swift than time or motion.