Those Who Write Ill, And

Accurst Ambition, How Dearly I Have Bought You.

I'm A Little Wounded, But I Am Not Slain; I Will Lay Me Down To Bleed A While. Then I'll Rise And Fight Again.

Whistling To Keep Myself From Being Afraid.

And He, Who Servilely Creeps After Sense, Is Safe, But Ne'er Will Reach An Excellence.

And That The Scriptures, Though Not Everywhere Free From Corruption, Or Entire, Or Clear, Are Uncorrupt, Sufficient, Clear, Entire In All Things Which Our Needful Faith Require.