The few that pray at all pray oft amiss.

All truth is precious, if not all divine; and what dilates the powers must needs refine.

Some write a narrative of wars and feats, Of heroes little known, and call the rant A history.

The man that hails you Tom or Jack, and proves by thumps upon your back how he esteems your merit, is such a friend, that one had need be very much his friend indeed to pardon or to bear it.

Is base in kind, and born to be a slave.

The Spirit breathes upon the Word and brings the truth to sight.

The Cross! There, and there only (though the deist rave, and the atheist, if Earth bears so base a slave); There and there only, is the power to save.