If We Hope For What

Charity Is The Perfection And Ornament Of Religion.

Men Naturally Warm And Heady Are Transported With The Greatest Flush Of Good-nature.

Round-heads And Wooden-shoes Are Standing Jokes.

One Would Fancy That The Zealots In Atheism Would Be Exempt From The Single Fault Which Seems To Grow Out Of The Imprudent Fervor Of Religion. But So It Is, That Irreligion Is Propagated With As Much Fierceness And Contention, Wrath And Indignation, As If The Safety Of Mankind Depended Upon It.

There Is Not A More Melancholy Object Than A Man Who Has His Head Turned With Religious Enthusiasm.